Central High School - Centralian Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 154 of the 1907 volume:

Central High School Annual PUBLISHED BY THE SENIOR CLASS OF 1907 Pre a of The Iron Trail Publishing Company 247 Hennepin Avenue r Dedication O the many friends and willing helpers of our Faculty, the Senior Class of June 07, extends thanks. First and foremost however, to him in whom we have not only found a friend, willing helper and counselor, but one who has always extended a willing hand to the stumbling and had a word of encouragement for the faltering. I o him who stands for integrity, fair play and honesty in all branches of school work, we, the June Class of 1907, dedicate this Annual to JOHN N. GREER, Our Principal. BUSINESS STAFF Ray Butt . Managing Editor Edward WaUon. Bunnna Manager Ruud Baker. Au’l Managing Editor EDITING STAFF Vivian Wiie Katharine Dibble Ethel Shippam Roy McDaniel Introduction HEN the School Board granted us permission to publish an Annual, we immediately formulated plans for said publication and submitted them to Mr. Greer. The plans adopted were, to make the Annual representative not only of the Senior Class, but of the entire school, from the first year Freshman to the A Senior. We also invited the Alumni of C. H. S. to contribute and reserved a department for them as this publication will show. Our purpose in adopting these plans were, to bring together the different classes, organize them and arouse a better school spirit, to make them feel that the Freshman’s interest is identical with the Senior’s, to kill the petty class feeling which sometimes exists and formulate a clean and united school spirit. We also had a purpose in giving a place to our Alumni. We hope to form a closer union between the Alumni and students, and to win their assistance in debate and athletics, an assistance which Central would appreciate and which the Alumni have, heretofore, only given in small degree. If we succeed in arousing a better school spirit and bringing together the classes in a common interest, together with the Alumni, we feel that much has been accomplished in the interest of the school, and the student body. But more than this, a publication like the Annual brings out the best that the school can give in the artistic, poetical, and literary merit. We the J une Class of 07 ask for a continuance of this work, and as Alumni next year shall be glad to extend a helping hand. Page Kvrn Twenty-five years ago CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL Today P ar ninr To The Graduating Class HE quality and character of a school is measured by the quality and character of its graduates. Whatever Central High stands for should be reflected in a large degree in your efficiency as students, in your ideals of life and in your character as citizens in our beautiful and growing city. As students you certainly have established a record of which we all are proud. 1 he boys especially have raised their average standing by several per cent when compared with the standings of boys in former classes. You not only have the typical scholar, Henry Bruchholz, as your leader and valedictorian, but you have so many others very high up in the scholarship estimates. While your principal is always proud of high scholarship and devotion to study among the students, you have thru your entire course stood for that which is to him above scholarship. You have ever shown the beautiful spirit of respectful obedience, and in doing so, have established new and advanced ideals in the student life of the school. The graduating class reflects its standards and ideals upon the other classes. Whatever it does, the others emulate. Your clean record, therefore, has given spirit and encouragement to the whole building. The school will always be better because you have been students in it. As you go forth from the school, I hope each of you will maintain those standards and ideals in life that you have shown as a class in school. Character is more than scholarship. Our country now needs men of character and high ideals more than it needs any other thing. If our country is to endure as a republic if it is to maintain itself among the enlightened and progressive nations it must depend upon the character and ideals of the men and women who come up thru the public schools. Let me urge upon you therefore, that whenever and wherever you have an opportunity in the future that you do all you can to maintain and support the public school system of you community. Maintain it P gr eleven in the elements of simple democracy and efficiency. Make it just as good as the best. Permit nothing to interfere with its proper growth and work. In doing this one thing well, your name will go into posterity hallowed by the love and gratitude of many. You will not have lived in vain. The community in which you have lived and labored will be better because you lived in it. 'Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee. Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace. To silence envious tongues; be just and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's. Thy God's and Truth's. Your Principal, JOHN N. GREER. Page twelve OUR flLuenni Page jhirirrn To the Graduates of Central High School r HE graduates of the Central High made a great I mistake in not attending the reception and dance given by the Senior Class to the Alumni on Friday evening, April 19th, at the Masonic Temple. The Seniors had made every arrangement for a large meeting and gave a very interesting program. Few of the older alumni attended, which was a disappointment to the Senior Class and the officers of the Alumni Association. Feeling as we do, that there should be a closer union between Central High School graduates, we thought this reunion would work up a school spirit that eventually would develope and be the means of forming an active and aggressive organization. At present the Association is inactive and is doing nothing for the progress and advancement of High School work. Nor is it doing anything to stimulate the students to greater efforts either in school work or in the various fields of activity of the students outside the school room. If properly handled it would be able to accomplish much along both lines suggested. The Alumni of this city working with Alumni of the other high schools could also wield considerable influence in affairs that pertain to the public good on the broad local questions of the day. We are not taking the stand that our training and education entitles us to, and I hope the present Senior Class will take up the work of organization and follow up the start made this year. If this is done from now on the High School Alumni Association will grow, and the future graduates will get under the banner even if we old timers forget our obligations. Wishing the Association future greatness. I am yours sincerely, W. W. HEFFELFINGER, President of Alumni Association. C. H. S.. Class '88. Pag fourteen To the Central High School “Annual” ’07 AST year I wrote in a reminiscent mood to the Annual. I referred to the golden age of Prof. Tousley, Miss Abbott and Miss Cruikshank- a great constellation in the educational firmament of those early days, and they left their impress upon the students of the High School in the 70’s. Their commanding personalities were beloved and admired by all who came under the sway of their great influence. At the same time there flourished an institution, I fear now almost forgotten, to which we in our days were tremendously devoted. I refer to the Philomathean Society, which flourished and prospered for many years after my day Class of 78. This literary society did much for the boys and girls of that day. I can assure you. It was a center of interest in very many ways. It promoted good speaking, stimulated debate, gave a fine training in amateur dramatics, and at the close of the school year there was usually a public entertainment in the old Academy of Music, which always drew a packed house and filled each performer with a glow of satisfaction and pride. This annual blaze of glory was the goal of all our earthly ambitions. It was a vast stimulus to our school work and fulfilled our ardent desire to get into the game. These Philomathean meetings were held weekly and were wisely left entirely in the hands of the scholars, with the exception of one officer who was our critic. There was no paternalistic oversight except such as was solicited or kindly proffered when we had a heavy program to pull off, like the memorable burlesque of Romeo and Juliet given in the Academy, and under the supervision and training of Miss Abbott. The proceeds of these public entertainments were usually given to maintain our library, which in those early days in a degree took the place of the later and greater public libraries. To many a boy and girl the old Philomathean Society was the luminous spot in what to some was otherwise a rather prosy course in the High School. It gave us a chance to develop along a good many lines incidentally, outside of our books. It became our social atmosphere and life, the one thing needful to drive away ennui and brighten school life drudgery, which makes many Page fifteen tfHcj L P 7S 0 a i pH c a mental sluggard and shortens many a school boy’s career in mid course. Now then, this sort of thing is my ideal antidote to the modern hankering for fraternity and sorority life in the high schools. To banish the secret society, which was recently done by legal enactment, and furnish no rational substitute, is sheer unwisdom, to my thinking. A fraternity man myself, I would raise my voice and use my influence decidedly against secret fraternity life in any grade of the public schools, including the High Schools, but I should desire to provide the widest and freest interchange of thought and feeling and social intercourse among the young people of our vast High School population. I should like to see a true and inspiring spirit of democracy pervade the whole school life of a boy or girl, and this spirit is definitely and easily gained in fres, open, social intercourse, as suggested, in the old literary, elocutionary and dramatic society idea. These efforts need not be confined to one or two societies • there may be several. An occasional scrap over an election of officers in such a society is vitalizing and joyous. Hie graceful staging of a good amateur play is full of stimulus and leads to a truer appreciation of the great dramatic art, too little cultivated among young people desiring broad culture in our day. Debating clubs should be encouraged, and the excellent work now done can be improved, no doubt. A boy who can put up a good debate has about the best running start for a successful career, where clear thinking and ready speaking and writing are involved, that I know of. 1 would plead for all kinds of open societies, literary, musical, dramatic, athletic, art and critical, thru which the intellectual faculties can be stimulated, and at the same time give a rational basis for social intercourse, with its adjustments suited to every kind of boy and girl. DAVID PERCY JONES. C. H. S.. Class 78. Pag- sixteen All Stars from Central ENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL has produced more stars in the football line than any other school in the Northwest. By stars, I do not mean men that play a brilliant, showy game at times, but those that can be depended upon to do good work at all times, no matter what the circumstances may be. They form the back-bone of the team and are always sure to be where they are most needed in a crisis. I have picked those that 1 think starred above the ordinary players for the last fifteen or more years. First and foremost, of course, is Pudge Heffelfinger, who is known in all parts of the United States where the great game is played. He was one of the pioneers in this line at Central, but did not get more than started before he entered Yale where he received his most valuable experience. He played the guard position during the whole of his college career, and is admitted to be without a peer, and it will be difficult to find his equal. He was a heavy man, weighing about two hundred pounds, and this with his wonderful speed, for one so large, and his aggressiveness, made him feared and respected by all of his opponents. In this early period also was Geo. Belden, who, while not being a wonder was considered one of the best at that time as he made the Minnesota team shortly after entering that institution, where he played full-back. Minnesota at that time held the championship, not losing a game, and each member was considered a star. It was not until 1893 that Central got down to systematic football and were under the direction of a coach. This year produced two stars, Harrison and Guilbert, both of whom made the Minnesota team. The former was full-back at Central when they were champions of the Twin Cities. He played four years at Minnesota and was considered the best end in the West. His wonderful speed in getting down under punts and in carrying the ball, placed him away ahead of his opponents in this position. He was captain for one year at Central and for two years at Minnesota. Guilbert was half-back at Central where he was the mainstay of the team; his speed making great gains when they were needed. He played one year at Minnesota in the half-back position. The years 1894 and 1893 was productive of small men. It was in this period Cole and Woodworth showed their value. Each man weighed less than one hundred and forty pounds, but it was P� £C wcntrrn their excellent work that landed the championship for their school in 95. Cole at quarter and Woodworth at half proved puzzles for the opposing teams, and their defensive work was of the highest grade. They both tried for the quarter-back position on the Minnesota team and their battle was an interesting one to watch, they being so nearly equal. Woodworth won out for a short time but had to give up on account of injuries. But while he played he was noted for being a cool general and strong defensive player. After Woodworth was injured Cole was given the position which he held for four years, being elected captain in his Senior year. For a small man, (he weighed one hundred and twenty-eight pounds when in condition,) he was a wonder. He not only ran the team well but was extraordinarily fine at carrying the ball for such a small man. He played in the back field on defense and was seldom passed, often tackling and downing his man when such a thing seemed impossible. The two years following were void of men that could be put in this class, but in 1899 and 1900 they semed to all come at once, and with one or two exceptions the whole team was composed of players who were in a class by themselves. In these two years Central did not loose a game and were scored on only once, playing besides the Twin City high school teams those of the U. of M., some smaller colleges, and also the champions of Cook County, Illinois, Elgin High School. On this team were Roy McCarthy at center, Evans and Gray tackles; Boardman, Buffington and Marshall ends, Harris quarter-back. Kayser and Martin half-backs and Jack Bidlake full-back. With this aggregation of stars there was not a high school team in the country that could defeat them. Harris at quarter was probably the most wonderful player, with the exception of Heffelfinger, that Central has ever produced. He was not only a great general but was exceptionally fine carrying the ball, and on defense and punting he ranked among the best. After leaving Central he entered Minnesota where he was ranked as the best quarter-back in the West, if not in the country. Next to Harris comes Marshall who always played a wonderful game on defense and in getting down on punts was almost always sure to tackle his man without letting him gain. He also made the Minnesota team and for his high grade work was put on the All Western and second All American teams. He is probably the best end that the West has ever produced. He was a thorough student of the game and knew all its finest points. Evans and Gray were both very valuable men and their defensive work was of a high order. During their last two years the tackle position was the main point of attack, and they deserve a great deal of credit for the way they stopped the great number Page eighteen of plays that were directed at them. Evans moved West after graduating but Gray entered the U. of M. where he played a good game at end on one of the champion elevens. Roy McCarthy at center was the best men that Central has ever had at that position. For a light man he was a wonder. He was especially good at getting thru and catching the runner behind the line, and in getting down on punts, often beating the ends. Behind the line this wonderful team had a trio that were invincible. With Norton and Kayser at half-back and Jack Bidlake full-back they were almost always sure of gaining. Norton and Bidlake were powerful line plungers, and with the assistance of Kayser there was not a team in their class that could withstand their attack. Kayser’s strong point was at end running, where he excelled all the others. He was a hard fighter and never knew what it was to quit. Bidlake was captain of the 1900 team. He afterward went to the U. of M. where he played full-back and made a name for himself. Besides Marshall this team had ends that fought hard for his position, and while in high school, Boardman and Buffington were his equals in every respect. They were sure tacklers and both excelled in advancing the ball. Boardman was handicapped a great deal by injuries, but was a star when it was possible for him to play. He and Buffington were elected to the position of captain. The former in 1899 and the latter in 1901. Following the year of this all star team Central had to build up an entirely new team, and brought out such men as Brown, Merrill and Castor. Brown at tackle was the backbone of the 1901 team, playing a great defensive game and being the surest man on the team at advancing the ball. He deserves especial credit as he worked a long time without a chance to make the team, but when he did make it he seemed to improve very rapidly. He was handicapped by injuries, but it did not seem to affect his play much. When Buffington was disqualified by the rules committee Brown was appointed captain and made one of the best Central ever had. Castor was one of the best defensive high school ends in the Northwest. He was not very heavy but he used every ounce of weight he had and could break up heavy interference and get his man besides. He allowed very few gains around his end during his career. He was also sure running down on punts, of catching the man as soon as he received the ball. Merrill at half-back was the life of this team, and by his never-quit spirit, saved the team quite a few times from defeat-He was a power in advancing the ball, being very quick to take advantage of an opening and always made the best use of his in- Page nineteen terference. His aggressiveness made him a very valuable man on defense. He was generally able to break up the opposing interference before it was under way and gave his end excellent opportunity to tackle the man with the ball. Clarence Bidlake probably should be mentioned in this group as he at times played a very brilliant game, but he was too much inclined to be listless. He could play either in the line or behind it very acceptably and his punting was the best of the year, in fact, it was by his good work in this respect that Central was able to defeat Duluth. The only men in 1902 that could be put in this class were Harry McCarthy and Fred Hunter. Like bis brother, McCarthy played center and was the best of the year, outplaying his opponents, all of whom were larger than he. He played a game very much like his brother, but was not quite so fast. Hunter at half-back was probably the best that the school has produced. For so short a man his speed was wonderful, and his dodging in a broken field put him in a class by himself. His defensive work was fine. He tackled very fiercely and was able to down the largest men. After leaving Central he played one year at the U. of M. where he made a record almost equal to that of Sig Harris. The following two years the teams were below the average and were devoid of star players, but the next year gave them a new start, and another championship team was developed with Schroeder as the leading light. His playing as full-back was the best of the year. He was heavy and used his weight to the best advantage, being able to make his distance thru any team and doing it often. He was called to take the ball six and eight times in succession, and although receiving some severe handling, he never quit. He should make a good man for the University. Farnham at center also played a great game. His passing was always sure and on defensive he was like a rock. He was very quick at getting thru and stopping plays before they were started. Central took another slump in 1906 and developed no player worthy of especial note. Without a doubt Central has developed more good men for the University than any other school in the Northwest, and her players that have made the U team have excelled the others in most cases. HARRY LOOMIS. Page iwenty A Defense of Football FI ER playing the game of football for a period in excess of ten years, starting on unpaved streets, then on corner lots, under the color and name of a Grammar School, and finishing with years of High School and University playing, I feel justified in stating a few thoughts regarding football playing and a player’s attitude towards it. The struggle of midgets in some of my first experiences would be more than amusing to relate were it not that we can see these contests on almost every open piece of ground. But in those days chances for development were slower as the game was not as popular as it now is and was played by fewer enthusiasts. But it may be noted that the fences were then made of wood and the foundations did not extend a great depth so that all instructions offered were more accessable than nowadays, with stone walls surrounding the Gridirons. I feel pleased that our youthful efforts were of value to us and our further team connections, inasmuch as many of us remained together in the game for many years. In this tribe were Bobbie Marshall, Roy McCarthy, Roger Gray, Jack Bidlake and Billy Norten, all Central Alumni, and all now lying in the cabinet of the Has Beens . The enthusiasm and pleasure started in this way which will carry interest and continuation of desire for further connection with the sport for such an extended period, speaks for itself. Now, what are the elements of a good football team a High School team, a College team? Are they eleven men possessing mere physical ability, coached to play together? The selection of the eleven men of certain physical capabilities is in fact the basis, but the men must be more than physically able; they must be mentally and morally so. The germs of a staunch character must be there, though the character itself be undeveloped or undisplayed. The game as it draws out the individual, makes him display self sacrifice, diligence, (constant attention at practice), and an ability to stand tedious, oftimes gruelsome work, and that at times without much hope of accomplishing the end in view making the team. Then another quality comes prominently and imperatively to the front, and that is sticktuitiveness . Will the man hold on and play without those brilliant chances of making the team that others may display? Will he stick to it and learn a little more Page twenty one f h 0 and always be a help as a second team man until perhaps, not a few times either, he makes the first team as a good all-round conscientious player, one, who. from his constant and loyal work as a scrub, can be relied upon to play for the whole team’s good and not for his own individual glory. The actual bravery that such a battle means is far more to be valued than all the mightiest efforts and results of brilliancy, easily achieved. Playing the game the student takes upon himself the additional labors necessitated by the game without any credit to his school course and most times to his hardship because of the fact of the attention drawn to him individually in the school. Although additional time is required, he is usually found proficient in school work, for the ability shown in making his team proves him to be as able in school work as he is otherwise. Besides bringing himself open to more attention to teachers, his work as a player becomes a subject of public criticism, which, in many cases, is adverse to him should he be unfortunate in his efforts with his team mates. This he must learn to understand and withstand, working the harder as a result and continually at it, laying the foundation of a character able to face and master situations he will meet later on in life. What finer thing could we find than the spirit of a team fighting an up hill game? Many a time in contests you have noticed after struggling back and forth, one side scores. The faint heart proclaims ALL IS LOST . But seldom in a well trained team will you find the all lost spirit; the fighting qualities of each individual will come forth and even if physically exhausted, the men will take on new courage undaunted by the opponents having a temporary advantage, and will get together as eleven new men and start over again, backed up, if fortunate, by a student body in which the same spirit prevails. This spirit is made possibly only by the interest displayed for a great manly game which makes all feel players and enthusiasts, that they have a common cause the upholding of their school colors - a cause in which all classes intermingle on one basis. The great benefit one obtains from military training generally is said to be that the men are disciplined and are taught to receive commands and obey them implicitly. These same points are highly developed in a good football team. To have a first-class team? Candidates must be of a caliber to receive instructions and criticism with good grace. They must also be able to follow these instructions as every player must be in a certain position at a certain instant, and when he is there opportunities are presented of which he must take advantage. This requires keen observation and an ability to think quickly. P� gr twenty-two LIBRARY CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL Numerous are the other qualities brought out through football played with the true spirit by educational institutions where nothing but proper rivalry exists. But where are the players attractions and his gains? Of course, no doubt, the enthusiasm that the game institutes in the large proportion of the general public and especially the interested student body, gives a great impetus to his ambition toward entering the game, but the natural attraction is the fact of the general superior article of real sport coming there from. It is a fact that in a certain percentage of cases young fellows are persuaded to come out and play and are afterwards made to enjoy the game, although it is most general that he has some physical ambition for no lazy person is of any value to a squad of players. Among the results attendant on playing the game, might be mentioned the gain in freedom and strength of body and limb in an open air game, the ambition, the desire instilled in one to accomplish something; the working in unison with others to bring about certain ends, the immense possibilities of putting forth new ideas, the gain in good fellowship and the general good time to be had personally. And right here let me remark that in all the criticism made against football because of the desire to win, I consider it the best thing of the game and not to be belittled nor to be used as an argument against it. This spirit is right; don’t enter into the game unless you intend to win and are willing to put forth your best efforts on and off the field to do so. In any turn of every day doings, and especially in business, dead timber is not being sought but it is the winners that are wanted, or those who are going to win. Those who are satisfied to let the other fellow get ahead are not in demand; if you don’t go into play with the intention of winning all the time, 1 emphasize again, don’t play at all. Of course you will get your bumps and lose, but you know you started out to win; let the other fellow win if he can ? but by all fair means see that he can’t. The desire to outbest one’s opponents, to appear well in the eyes of one’s fellow students, these things attract and not without good reason, the youth whose desire for recreation is not bound by a fear for the result that may mean some harm to his feelings or his body. The fear of bodily injury is not thought of among the youths of today but the fear is that of the parents. If the child is given the feedom and out door association and companionship that should be his, the body will be ready for anything in the way of football knocks. In conclusion let me say that while I have praised the game of football very highly and have stated some of its beneficial Paifr twmty-threr results, 1 do not wish to be understood as saying that all those participating in the game turn ©ut to be good moral nor even physical examples of what a young man should be. Football as with educational training with which it is usually allied, does not give you definite positive results for good in each case. Each individual is affected differently; but no matter how low morally or unable physically one who has played football may be, I cannot believe that football in itself can in any way be blamed for his condition for if he follows the examples set by the training of the game, I maintain that good results will follow. SIG. HARRIS. C. H. S., class 01. What Football D evelopes HE great game of football at its best is in every way the leading game of the schools and colleges. As an honest sport, with a capable coach to develope it, backed by the proper spirit, the game is a great one. From the beginning of school in the fall term after classes are arranged, etc., the eligible ones for the team are eagerly discussed by all and then approached by some of the more enthusiastic and each one is told how a winning team depends on his getting out and setting the proper example. The coach also tells you what a great athlete you are, what a benefit the training will be to yourself and how proud you will be to look back on the time when you won your letter on a team that has made a name for itself and the school. A great many students are thus drawn together with the team as the subject of their fraternal interest who probably would never have become acquainted otherwise. When the candidate finally arrives on the field he again meets the coach and in about one practice finds out that he is losing confidence in himself, especially regarding what the coach told him he could do. In fact, it is best to lose it and let the coach and others have the confidence in you and it will seldom be misplaced. If the candidate is slow in running, a quick start must be developed; if poor in tackling, a dummy made of sand is tackled Page twenty-four until he is very proficient and falling on the ball, or trying to fall on the ball, as it should be stated, is one more of the many trying lessons to go thru. If this preliminary work does not come natural it is very hard, and not only developes the muscles but the patience as well. As a rule, if the squad contains quitters, they generally drop out at this stage of the game with the time worn excuse that their parents object to their playing football. Thus in the first lineup we see a first and second team from whom the representative team must be picked. This squad is composed of hard, earnest working, capable students who are ready and willing to sacrifice everything in the pleasure line for the team, because they are the chosen ones whose qualities must be of such high caliber and of a standard to be recognized by the school or college, and be sure that of this team they will be justly proud and feel much honored by being so represented. With the first few scrimmages over, and the first game on, the team meets players much different from the ones they have been practicing against, and the self control is further developed, or a lack of it is shown; mistakes occur which will tax the patience to the uttermost or perhaps a sprain or bruise will make you think of some substitute who is so anxious to fill your position. One would naturally think football is not what it is cracked up to be, but it is a glorious game, and with that never-say-quit spirit will never be destined to have its noble escutcheon blotted. When this spirit is shown a team is never beaten, altho it may be outpointed. Whatever the team developes into, is a fair standard to judge the men by. ROBERT MARSHALL. C. H. S.. Class 02. % Page twenty-five School Spirit the Annual issued by the class of 1906 the wish was expressed that its publication might be continued. That the class of 1907 has so done is grabbing to the graduates of 06. The Annual has a legitimate place in school life. It is not issued so as to provide a plaything for the managing editor and his associates nor for the amusement of the student body, but it is issued for the benefit of the whole school. There are few indeed, I believe, who will deny that it is a good thing for a school to have what is known as school spirit. There should be a strong bond of union between the students, impelling all to work for the glory of the school. That there is little of this spirit at Central we all know. However, I believe the Annual will tend to build up a school patriotism, a patriotism which will frown upon unfair tactics in athletics, which will always be ready to cheer the opposing team and which will be as eager to honor its scholars as its athletes. The Annual is the production of the whole school, each class participating in its publication. Almost everyone- buys it and everybody reads it. In it a high athletic standard is set up. which cannot help but influence the student body. By having this permanent record of the victories and defeats of the foot ball, basket ball, track, base ball, hockey and debating teams, the interest of the student is quickened and the loyalty to his school strengthened. The successful students are given an honorable place in the Annual, their praises sung, and they are held up as an example to be followed. Who will say that this may not influence the lowly Sophomore or Freshman who reads these accounts. Thus I might continue narrating the benefit derived from the Annual but space forbids. THEODORE THOMSON. Class ’06. P,gc twenty «x The Freshman’s Vision Page twenty- The Freshman HEN we were young, we did as the young, and there was a great deal of similarity in our actions and desires. Through the Declaration of Independence we were to enter this par with enabled world on a others, but the class to belong when we attain adolescence will de- Miss Jean Robertson which we will our majority and pend entirely upon our own efforts. Now we are Freshmen, and presume the verdure is very apparent to those who follow in this publication, but whom in fact, we are following; i. e.: The Sophomores, The Juniors, and The Seniors. How we reverence the names!! If we work manfully in the heat of the day, we too, may become as they, and this is our ambition ; but time alone will carry us to this goal, and time is a road that we can travel only once. Each day, as we pass, is a step further, which, once taken, cannot be retraced. As a class, we have the advantage, for we have the privilege of traveling yet, this road that the others traveled to become Seniors, and we shall obtain seniority only too soon. How we wish we could profit by the experience of those who have preceded us, but we must meet all issues ourself and, as we meet them, so will we rise or fall. Until now, we have lived independently of each other, but entering the High School, as Freshmen, we become an organization which, for four years will bind us. On the surface that sounds very immaterial, until you stop to think how incomplete an individual is. Put a man on an isolated island, away from the assistsnce or companionship Freshmen Representatives otJier menf and what is the result? Rob- inson Crusoe would not have been as successful as he was without the ship, filled with the result of other men’s labor. Andrew Preston Peabody says: We have heard about Page twenty-eight whole men and the necessity of every man being a whole man, in himself complete, self-sufficient and independent. There never was such a man, and never will be, and were there such a man, he would be as fair a specimen of humanity as one would be as to this physical nature who lacked hands, or feet, or head. We are by nature the complements of one another. We cannot help leaning and depending on one another. So, Freshmen, can we not drop personalities, dislikes, and petty animosities and pull together as comrades during the rest of our High School life? As an organization, our interests will be one, and a class spirit developed now may broaden into a great power, perhaps in politics, or some other community interest, that will leave an effect for good upon this wide, wide world. And need we wait for years to see the effect of our co-operation ? Is it not possible for the class of 1910 to be a power from now on ? And last of all, it is true that keeping everlastingly at it brings success, and that nothing succeeds like success, so, let our motto be: Keep at it and be successful. JEAN ROBERTSON, Chairman. A Ghost Story ELL. of all things, and who do you think you are? It was a little bandy-legged, square-bodied being which at a second look turned out to be a medium sized volume on legs. On being addressed the object turned, and, in a voice that grew firmer after getting the kinks out of it, replied, O-Oh! yes, why don't you recognize me? I’m the Senior Annual. I o say the least I was surprised. Arn't you rather premature? said I. Not at all, you see I'm its ghost. This time 1 was astonished; fancy a ghost walking before its body died; I could have been knocked over by a girl's basket ball ticket. Well, you see,” said he, most ghosts walk after death, but I got my choice and in my modest opinion the Annual, or whatever I’m representing, is going to be immortal, or nearly so, so you see with me it was now or never. Sitting down he ran thru his leaves and permitted me a brief Page tweniy-nine view of their contents like a traveling salesman exhibiting the wares of his valise. Now look here, said he. Freshman Sophomore Junior Senior four complete books in one, each worth the price of the whole—great reading, great pictures, great book, great everything, all for one dollar. Why! man, what more do you want; the freshmen part of it is alone worth twice the price, and now 1 throw' in the other sections as an extra inducement. Pretty good proposition, hey? You take one? All right, here you are. Then like a true drummer he arose, bowed and strolled out. CLINTON A. HOLMES. A Book’s Quarrel ELL. I declare! grumbled the shelf-worn dictionary. I’m dreadfully tired of this place and I wish I was well out of it; I have been here now for a year and not one soul has been near me. People must think they know everything. Stop your fussing and finding fault, just imagine yourself in my place for a day and you would be glad to be back on your shelf. An encyclopedia was speaking and, to tell the truth, he did have a hard time; if the school boy’s dirty fingers weren’t roughly handling him, he was tucked away back in a dark corner. The conversation was taking place in a public library after everyone had gone home and all was dark. They had discussed the modern novels and both had agreed that they were very foolish and the dictionary had said, If it hadn’t been for me, how could they have written the book unless they had words to write it with; but then 1 am never of any importance; its always the 'novel' that takes the honor. Well! retorted the encyclopedia indignantly, I’d like to know why you should be of importance; don’t you see it’s I that ought to have the honor? Why, 1 can tell you anything, and all books use me when they’re being written. In the excitement of the discussion the last speaker fell to the floor. After this they were silent for a while, but at last the dictionary said, I guess we both help in writing the books, lets be friends and not quarrel any more. He had not time to finish as the janitor came in just then to see if all was well for the night, and the books resumed their natural mood, and all was quiet. Page thirty ELEANOR WELD. A Soph omore as a Freshman Sees Him bn E carries his head very high and condescends now and then to call you Freshie. Anyone would know what he was by the way he walks and talks. He would shout half way across the hall to a Junior or a Senior but as for a Freshman, children should be seen and not heard. He is not like a Junior or Senior, with a word for anyone, whether low or high form, but a very dignified personage who seldom lowers himself to speak to a Freshman, altho to a Senior you would think he was his long lost brother. The general impression of a Sophomore to me is that he is a very dignified well educated person (at least he thinks he is) who attends to his own and everybody else’s business. A Season’s Contrast beautiful morning late in September, I started out for a stroll, not caring whither I went. I followed a little winding path that led thru the brightly colored woods. The trees were all dressed in gala-day attire. The most world famed artist could not have painted the many colors I saw in the leaves. The wind gently blew thru them and as they flew in a wild confusion to the earth, the most brilliantly lighted ballroom could not have exhibited a more gay looking crowd. The reds, yellows, greens and purples all dancing together. But the leaves were not the only beautiful things. The last flowers of summer, the wild asters and golden rod and many others were nodding their dainty heads in the breeze. The white winged seeds of the milk-weeds were floating about and then alighting in some sheltered place to hide from the cold and snow that was soon coming. The birds were gathering in the trees getting ready to fly south where it is always summer. The squirrels, too, were busily gathering nuts for winter. The brook flowed silently along and gathering the leaves that fell into it, took them to the great river. All this I saw' in September. About two months later, I chanced to take this same walk but the scene was very different. Everything was clothed in white. Page thirty one The trees that once were gay with the beautiful leaves now showed black against the gray sky. The flowers were all gone and the few snow sparrows that were hopping about in search of food looked cold and lonesome. The squirrels were sleeping in their nests and everything was cold and dreary. The brook was frozen and covered with snow. The wind, that once was gentle, now blew with force and swung the great branches so that they moaned as if in pain. These walks which so impressed themselves upon my mind were taken but two short months apart and reminded me of those lines of Bryant: To him who in the love of nature holds communion with her visible forms she speaks A various language. HATTIE NAUMANN. “J” Room Alphabet is for Anderson, who’ll soon make her mark. If in algebra she don’t stop being such a shark. B is for Blood; with knowledge to give, But all that he’s got would go thru a sieve. C is for Charles, a studious creature. Who has aspirations to be a great teacher. D is for David, a quaint little fellow. With eyes so blue and hair so yellow. E is for Emelie, who is a queer little miss. Who would n’t even whisper if she thought it amiss. F is for Forsythe, with talents so grand, She can play Cheer up, Mary, with only one hand. G is for George, in class always late, His getting on the best side of teacher is the work of fate. H is for Harold, who’s crazy over bow ties; Sometimes he tells the truth and sometimes he tells lies. I is for Inez, who speaks so low and sweet. She reminds one of Irving in being so neat. J is for Jewell our elecutionist. Who goes through her motions with a snap of the wrist. Page thirty-lwo K is for Kelsey, who is awful cute. He is in the orchestra and oft plays the flute. L is for Lyman, whose honest thru and thru, When e’er you need a nickel he’ll give it to you. M is for Murray, on his mind he has a load. But when anything happens he’s ready to explode. N is for nobody, we’re thankful to say. When we want to skip whose in the way. O is for Ora, a bright young lass, When a boy speaks to her she gives him lots of sass. P is for Perrin, with good looks so fine. He gets double plus by casting out nines. Q is for Quincy, of mathematical fame, In history and other studies he’s made quite a name. R is for Rendall, who always says hist! When anyone comes up his aisle and looks like Edith Christe. S is for Salzer, the G room dandy. When you want the style, why, he’s the candy. T is for Travis, a bright young lad, If he don’t cut out studying he’ll go to the bad. U is for Ueland, who came from the south. When he gets called to the desk, gets hot at the mouth. V is for Vera, who writes only books. She gets through school just on her good looks. W is for Williams, a boy that’s emphatic, He speaks in a way that’s very fanatic. X is for Algebra, this study George does love, Of all other studies, he thinks this is above. Y is for Youths and maidens galore, Any mischievous one, Miss Butler does abhor. Z is for Zero, of which we get many. But next term we promise, not to get any. GEORGE TRUE. Siddall it is who presides o'er 11 room And spends most of her time deciding your doom. Our hearts grow cold as at the death knell When we hear the ring of the infernal bell. Page thiny three A Dream Y! How I hate to play on such instruments! No matter how carefully I tune up that 'E' string it always snaps at ’D? sharp!’’ I exclaimed one dreary day, If it is true that a good workman never quarrels with his tools, then I certainly am a poor one. I wish it were one of those rare instruments they have been finding lately. After these and other uncomplimentary remarks I straightened out my music stand and leaned the offending violincello against it and sat down in a chair to look over some magazines. On one of the periodicals 1 noticed a beautiful colored engraving of a tall man, dressed in the style of over a century ago, holding under his arm a violin. It was of a portrait recently discovered which was said to be of the famous violinist, Giovan Maggini. I also noticed that the article said that the fiddle in the portrait had been recovered but another was still at large. He must have been an excellent teacher, thought I, I wish he were here to teach me. After reading the article thru 1 fell into a sort of reverie. Suddenly a low but clear musical voice filled the room. I am here, it said. I faced about, and there in the gathering gloom, where my music stand had stood, was a man closely resembling the gentleman in the engraving. He was holding the violin in the same position, but there was also my ’cello leaning against him. What! you are not really Giovan Maggini, the music master of Italy? I asked in wonder. I have that exquisite honor, he replied with a strong Italian accent. O, won’t you play something? I implored. With pleasure, if it please you, he politely answered. Suiting the words, he played the Faust Potpourri by Gounod. Play something from the Bohemian Girl, I said. Ah! You mean the Potpourri of the great Balfe? With pleasure will I. After he had finished Balfe’s masterpiece I asked him to play Cavalleria Rusticana on the ’cello. Signor Maggini Pag thirty-four I would, gladly, he said, but I have no such instrument with me. Use mine, 1 suggested. With your honorable consent, he replied. He gazed at my stricken ’cello and excitedly exclaimed, Why! this is the very instrument 1 Come to supper, cried a shrill voice from the vicinity of the dining room. O, pshaw! I exclaimed, as 1 came to, with a start. But the delicious odor of cooked vegetables speedily soothed my temper. FOREST H1LLWEG. The Autumn Painter NE clear October day. Jack Frost came on his way, And with his brush so free. Touched every shrub and tree. Changing their summer’s green To Autumn’s golden glory! Each hillside was aflame Because this painter came. With scarlet and with gold. With colors bright and bold. The landscape to transform To one of crimson glory! Oh, who would wish to be. In tropic or on sea, When Jack Frost comes his way Some clear October day. To change the landscape o’er. To one of matchless glory! W1LLA SPENCE. Page thirty-five J. Trainer L. Barnard H. Bertlighl L. Moor II. Luca R Foster D Ru.seO G Kendall C. Wheaton J. McKen ie W. Ford Freshman Foot Ball Team Although we lost our game with the Sophomores it wasn’t because we didn’t try. We are not making any excuse, but we would like to say that next year (we will be Sophomores ourselves) then, we will do our best to gain the championship of the schools for our class. Cheer up Freshman, don’t be sighing, sighing Over just one year’s defeat. There are three more years a coming, coming To make the rest our meat. All the school will soon be singing, singing. With shouts just for our class; f reshman dear, do not fear. Only one more year will pass. LYNDON BARNARD. thirty «x Dorm Hobart Helen Newhall Echo Wells Genevieve Hobart, Mascot Freshman Team Page thirty seven A Freshman as He Sees Himself E is a timid looking individual when he enters the principal’s office, and his hesitating manner brands him a freshman just as a shirt and collar distinguishes a tenderfoot. Soon he is told to go to room and report to the room principal. After wandering around until he is almost tired out, he throws all caution to the winds, forgets all advice to the opposite, and asks a pleasant looking boy where room is. He is then loaded with advice: Go three miles down and turn up the stair on the left ; or, take the elevator (which is the most usual). He don’t think much of the first route, but thinks he’ll find the elevator. Then he wanders all over the building trying to find that elevator, and probably passes the room he is looking for two or three times. At last he sits down and is just about ready to say something bad about high schools, in general and this one in particular, when a kind teacher directs him to his room. He looks rather suspicious but resolves to try it anyhow, and at last reaches his desired haven a bitter enemy to every one except first term freshmen. Page thirty-eight Page thirty nine Sophomore Idylls E are told that history does not portray events in their true aspect; that it cannot give to the reader a proper conception of the magnitude and importance of the narrative 'it seeks to present. Therefore, my friend, little imagine that the following tale will make you fully acquainted with the wonderful achievements of the Sophomores; rather, it but faintly pictures the actual scenes. Though a few unhappy ones suffered the chagrin common to most ignorant and unsuspecting Freshies, the class of ’09 is favored with such wide-a-wake members that their little follies were generally omitted. We had none like that former Freshie of whom Miss P-------told us. Spring, the sweet spring in the air made him doze. Suddenly he roused and cried, Mam? all unconscious that he was responding to the musical he-haw of a donkey tethered outside. Contrast with this sleepy individual the energetic Freshies who defeated the Sophomores in football last year. Juniors of today, beware! Carrol Speers Everett N ore row Lloyd Patterson Leona Jaqua Helen Wingate Evalyn Camp p f Sophomore Representatives on Annual Staff Evalyn Camp Those who made up their minds to brave the dangers of crossing Caesar s bridge and seek the hardships that follow were domiciled under pretty Miss Butler, of J room. The class preserved remarkable cheerfulness notwithstanding the fact that they were doomed to spend their days underground with but an occasional ray of something like sunshine peeping in thru the cellar windows, the brilliancy of the diamonds sparkling on the plump hands of their resistless room principal and her bright face, to alleviate the gloom. But alas! owing to severe illness her shining countenance was denied the J roomers for much of the first term. We will not attempt to relate the joys and woes under subs. The girls considered one quite a sport but he was soon forced to make way for a youthful grandmother who was intensely interested in the art of oratory, and Demosthenes himself could not outdo the juvenile aspirants who ranted and elocuted under her direction. As one of our bright lights said, During all the time we were attending Miss Pratt s matinees she never once fell sick. which only goes to prove our devoted and thoughtful treatment of our beloved pedagogues. One young Soph remarked that Miss Hubachek acquired three gray hairs during her motherly and careful guidance of our vastly increasing gray matter, due to her worry over our mathematical welfare. Those students who spent their first year under Miss Forester and Miss Probett consider themselves no less fortunate than the other members of their class. Indeed, so loath were they to leave the latter that they still remain under her watchful eye, due no doubt to their strong athletic tendencies, and the consequent development of muscle derived from the toilsome journey to the garret every morning. The climb (on consulting the dictionary we find climb means to mount by the hands and feet no slam intended) is not in vain, for the first open door at the top reveals the smiling face of Mr. Burrill who has an eye for the pretty maids. But the climax is reached when the travelers come to their final domain, for on her throne sits Miss Probett, a queen in herself. What Senior does not long for the days of old in this garden of love? Those who sojourn in E room claim the honor of a daily visit to the prettiest, dearest little lady in the school Miss Case. But the Haywardites affirm that he who presides over their destinies captivates and enchants to such a degree that everything else, even a history test, fades into oblivion at his appearance. What is that we have heard about the H B Cafe ? Just take a peep in the history room at one-thirty. They are sipping tea made by her fairy hand and munching bits of cup cake. He is willing to forgo a square meal for the felicity of anything so delicious as this. Page forty one Miss Hendrix! You know her sterling qualities. True gold all thru. The girl or boy in trouble finds her adequate to the solution of many angles, even beyond the realm of geometry. We discovered that one boy has begun to cultivate a taste for Caesar, for under Mrs. Cook he learned that gentleman like Orgetorix, even in Caesar s time, committed suicide. So cheer up there’s a bright spot even in the most dreary waste of Latin. The class of 09, with a Sophomore scholarship that challenges the present Seniors, and should be an inspiration to succeeding classes, will delight the heart of dear daddy Greer, for, with Progress as a motto, difficulties are overcome step by step, and thoroughly equipped, its students will go out into the world to play well their part, strengthened and inspired by the lessons learned in old Central High. EVALYN CAMP. Departed H, the weeping! Oh, the sadness. And the tear that never came! Oh, the sorrow fraught with gladness. When we heard no more their name. Gone but not to happier regions, Gone our Seniors now no more! Not to join the winged legions, But to U. M.’s open door. Oh, the parting! Oh, how could they Leave without from us a word? Did not love us? Well, why should they? Perhaps our heart throbs ne’er they heard. If for coll, they have a liking. Surely nothing strange in that Other reasons, no less striking Make good Central High seem flat. But no longer have they shelter Under our protecting wings. So, forgetting, let us pass and Turn our minds to other things. R. H. W. Page forty-two Toast to Class of ’09 yj- ERE’S to the class of 09, •Ta Here’s to the pupils that make up the class of 09. Here’s to the brains that dwell in the heads of the pupils of jolly 09, Here’s to the studies from gay to sublime, that nourish the brains of the heads of 09, Here’s to the teachers, so wise and so true, that plot out the studies that make us so blue That’s food for the thoughts that just startle you That comes from the brains of ’09. Here’s to the chief whose name rhymes with severe Who gathered the teachers from far and from near, I o dish up the brain-food for each little dear. Who enjoys the class of 09. So here’s to the whole jolly crew: And that’s meant for me and for you May honor and glory become an old story T o the dear beloved class of 09. J. W. L. Cook’s Corner (Hints on the cultivation and preparation of cabbage-heads) When six weeks old the young cabbage should be transplanted to beds of thirty or forty under the shade of a Primariis Pedagogia. The true variety develops very slowly, and should not be removed from the beds for nine or ten weeks. They are then ready for cooking and seasoning. Batches of twenty-five or thirty are handled at one time by the Cook, who is very soon able to detect those that are perfectly hollow. These are discarded. A very good dressing is made of brain-sauce, translation and grammar, but this eliminates the original flavor almost entirely. One variety of head calls for special methods. The cook watches carefully and if any cabbage bubbles over or makes considerable noise it is immediately canned. Page forty-three Roll Call of C. H. S. Teachers A little more than a bluff ..... A professional maker of bread A fleshy fruit ....... A river in Palestine ..... What a proud mother does to her boy . Two branches of the human race A woodchopper ....... Another name for Christmas time Opposite of short ...... A box . . ..................... A Bible character ..................... A preparer of food ...... Dry grass and a district ..... A cup bearer .......................... What a good pilot does with his boat A member of a Roman family A waiter ........ A king’s servant ...... Small streams ....... What a student would like to do with his lesson . Maker of Mother’s bread ..... Named after an avenue in the city . . . . The child of The Lion Hearted An ink represented by a black cat The first man ....................... The way a young man would approach his girl A prickly covering and a tiny stream A wager made before hand . . . . A head covering and a rope .... Five nickels ........ . Hill . Baker . . Berry . Jordan Patterson Brown, White . Forrester . Uhl-tide . Long . Case Phillip-s Cook . Hayward . Butler . . Sterret . Cornelius . . Porter . Paige . . Brooks . Leavitt . . Regan . Stevens . Richardson . Thomas . Adam - s . Siddell . . Burrill . Probett . . Caplin McWhorter Page forty four A Sophomore’s Advice to a Freshman HY, my dear, what are you studying for? Look at that pile of books! Anyone would think you were a Senior. Even we who have been here nearly four terms don’t have to look at a book at home! Now let me see, you said you were taking English from - oh, yes, I remember well, she is a cinch! You don’t have to look at your lesson till you get to class and then you can get it while she is giving you her daily helpful talk. Of course, there are compositions every week, but you can easily write them at the fifteen minute period. Then, your algebra; I’ll admit that algebra is rather hard. But you ought to get along with the easy teacher you have. Just you wait till you have geometry and you won’t kick about algebra. Look over your lesson, one of your vacant periods, and listen real hard when you get to class. No! not to the boy that sits behind you, but to your teacher. The idea! How shocking. Now, what are you worrying about? Your Latin? Aren’t you on to the tricks of a Latin student yet? All you have to do is to get acquainted with a Latin shark. He will do it for you if you don't forget to bring some candy to school once in a while. Of course, it takes quite a while for one to learn all these ways, but of all things, don’t study at home. It spoils your eyes, makes your folks nervous and keeps you from having a good time. PEARL SUTHERLAND. We can’t chew gum in Sterrett’s class. For that’s against the rule Miss Sterrett takes our gum away And chews it after school. Page forty-five Battle of Names ILLIAM, a most WISE and noble KING of the Sophomores upon being challenged to war by BENJAMIN of PARIS, a SLY KING of these regions, decided to take his army and set forth for this distant country, which was not NYE, conquer the enemy and compel their KING to NEAL before him. And so STRAIT way he started for PARIS with his soldiers, each armed with his PYKE and SPEERS. And in this manner he led his army on DALY, over FIELD and LEE thru the FOREST and over HILLS and FORDs until they DREW near the enemy’s country and, there, they pitched CAMP, WILLIAM having MARSHALLed his men together, and ordered them to do everything in a perfect HUSH, that they might NOT I' make even a RUSSEL, lest the enemy should hear. In the meantime the people of PARIS upon hearing of their arrival thru a WARNER, ROSE up from their toil, for they were thoroly overcome with fear as KING WILLIAMS’ army was not expected before several weeks. Then BENJAMIN sent out word by means of his MAYER that the FARMER, BRUER, BAKER. CASTER. MARSHALL. SHOEMAKER. BAILUFF. WALKER. PORTER, TAYLOR. COOK. PALMER. SKINNER. HARPER, and MILLER, and all the remaining men of the town, even the COOLEYs should assemble in a grand SESSION, which was about to be held in the CHAMBERS of the town hall on the following morning. When all had arrived he announced that they must commence that day to build a FOR V and, if by nightfall of the next day, the work had not been completed, each man would be put in his COFFIN. Altho they were astonished, all knew that his will must be DUNN within the stated time. Then having brought their families from their homes and their belongings from the BARNES and FIELDS into the FOR I they supposed that they were secure from the attacks of the enemy. Scarcely had these things been DUNN, when the FORT was suddenly struck by lightning, and the people, having no protection became WETMORE and more. On the next day altho they resisted bravely, the Sophomores, having come down upon them, routed them and sold them into captivity. KING WILLIAMS felt no reMORSE in doing this for he was convinced that he was carrying out only that which was WRIGHT. HELEN BROWN. Page forty-«x 0 Dorolhy Marshall Marjorie Child Dorothy Coffin Inez Lee. Capt. Grace Nagler Sophomore Team Page forty-revrn Sophomore Athletics � HILE we are not flaunting the boast of champions of inter-class athletics, still a thoughtful comparison will show that the class of ’09 has made a creditable showing in nearly every branch of athletics. The Sophomore football team, the most worthy of mention, which played so nobly and held the Seniors to a tie game last fall by a score of four to four, is by no means a thing to look down upon and should be counted one of the greatest achievements yet attained. The personnel of the Sophomore eleven was: Coppage, left end; Scanlon, left tackle; Vanstrum, left guard; Stone, centre; White, right guard; Hill, right tackle; Griffith, right end ; Bullis, (Captain) quarter; Kent, left half; Courtney, right half, and Mattson, full-back ; to whom should be given full credit for the tie game, which was virtually a Sophomore victory. Basketball was another sport in which we participated, although not as successful perhaps as in football. We lost to the Freshmen in a well contested game, in which many good points were shown by both teams. The Sophomore quint was composed of the following: Bullis (Captain), right forward ; Field, left for- ward ; Norcross, center; Griffith, right guard, and Barnard, left guard. Thus far we have spoken only of inter-class athletics but we were also represented on the Central football team. The most prominent player from the Sophomore class being : Oliver Kelso, the fast and gritty full back, who, although not coming in till the season was advanced played a steady game and deserves much credit. We are also quite sure of having at least a few Sophomores on this spring’s Central baseball team, namely; Ford, Murphy, Kane, Richardson, and Ross. The last named proving quite a twirier, with Murphy and Kane contesting for third base honors; Ford at short and Richardson in the field. As Juniors next year, and with the Seniors out of the way, we ought to easily capture the inter-class football meet and redeem ourselves if the same form is shown as last fall. Fellow students, if we expect our team to accomplish anything loyal support must be given, and in order to do this each individual should take an active interest in all sports not only in class events but also the school sports. Get out and cheer for Central it won’t hurt you and it certainly will help to win. GUY KENDALL. Page forty right 1908 Page forty-nine Introduction Willard M. Grimes PPARENTLY by a most grievous and inexcusable mistake, the honor of introducing the Junior class has fallen upon us. We have been greatly annoyed in our labor by the editors of this Annual who, knowing our weakness, have persistently thrust themselves into our presence at most inopportune moments to inform us that an encyclopedia upon the subject was not exactly what was required. Whatever may be said of the necessity of this advice in regard to other occasions, we feel sure in this case it has been entirely uncalled for. The Junior class needs no introduction. We regret exceedingly that the same cannot be said of the Senior and the two lower classes, but the Junior class is already a household word in every part of the civilized world. We lament that we have been unable to use all the excellent material which we have received, but, the fact is, that only by an extensive pruning have we been able to put forth what we have. We ourselves have spent weeks upon articles destined to move the world to tears only to have the world bereft of their great novelty, at the last moment, for lack of room. However, the future holds promise for all, and, trusting that you will not judge us by our present standing alone, but will wait until we, unhandicapped by the aggressiveness of an upper class, shall, in our day, put forth a more complete record of our accomplishments; trusting in this, we shall relieve the anxiety of the honorable editors, and step from the platform before the assortment of vegetables specially provided for this occasion, are dispatched in our direction. Miss Ethel Crowther Page fifty WILLARD M. GRIMES Wallet May. Prewdent Edna Nimocki. Vice-Preiidrnl Grace Gainsley. Secretary Fred Acomb. Treasurer Junior Class Officers The Juniors UIDED by the watchful care of no less than twenty teachers, thru three arduous years of High School life, we have at last arrived at the portal that e’er long shall lead us to the Senior Sanctum. We are Juniors strong and invincible, fired with a spirit of push and endurance and already taking on the appearance of learned ones. And why should we not? Have we not been blessed every day since entering this glorious school by knowledge imparted by those instructors, the kind of which only old Central can boast? Yes, indeed, whether while journeying over the meadows in Probett and Siddall kingdoms, or while transgressing the stony roads in the Kennedy dominions, we have Paste fifty one gathered and preserved specimens of knowledge - exponents of our first year in High School and at once the pride and the bane of our Freshman career. And, in the fold of the good sheperdess dame Forester, or in the region jointly reigned by the Lady Allard, Lord Beeler and Sir Thomas Hayward, we have plucked the fruit from the vine of knowledge. Traveling thru these habitations of interesting subjects we at last reached the course which lead to the Mecca of our dreams. Long had we heard of that B room, the realm of sunshine and Shakespearean study, where ruled King Richard with accoutrements of neither rod nor temper. And too, long had we anticipated a chance journey to the Chamber of Civil Government, ”C room, where the mother of her classes, the good Miss Brooks, daily expounded the law of School and National Government. We have arrived at last and have entered upon our growth in wisdom as a necessary result of our experience. We have tasted of the fruits of the Junior Study Tree, some with bitterness and some with favored sweetness. Some we have eaten at the expense of the midnight oil and forfeited pleasures, but the results are most gratifying. Though the cares of Physics and Fiction, of German text and Cicero have used our energy most unmercifully, we have yet found strength and spirit enough to organize our class. Thru a few weeks of earnest campaigning and less earnest studying we have established our honor on the records of Central. As a band of Juniors we stand united in spirit and in endeavor, representing our due portion of the production of the dearest school in the land. And now, as we live the remaining days of our Junior career, let us prepare ourselves to accomplish all things the Senior year may put before us. The coming year is ours to develop and use. And when we have robed ourselves in a final garb of graduation. let us look back ere we depart and with the words of the saint, say: I have fought a good fight. WALTER MAY. President. fifty-1 wo The Junior Football Team F you failed to get out to the inter-class football contest last fall you missed a good deal. We went to the game over confident and came out, as usual, with the wrong end of the score, but we had a good time and the classical program rendered by Orsbornian Imperial Wind Punchers was highly appreciated. In order to get some inside dope on the outcome of the game, we went over and watched the team practice a few days before the tournament, and opened our eyes in astonishment as we saw the way those Juniors tore up the turf. They ran up and down the field making touch downs so fast that if you didn’t pay close attention you lost track of which goal they were heading for. The line up was as follows: David Sutherland, right end; Fred Acomb and Welsh, right tackle; Robert Hopwood, left end; Mervin Porter, left tackle; Charles Robinson, right guard; Edward Haglin, left guard; Earl Gummesson, center; Lee Warden, (Capt.) quarter back; Loyal Cole, full back; Paul Jumper, right half back; Charles Flaglin, left half back. John Nichols was coach and after watching him put them thru a drill in forward passes, we came to the conclusion that we were going to win in a walk. When we went home after the first visit, we even felt a pity towards the Seniors and when we returned the second time, we could have wept at the thought of the early blight their paeons of victory were doomed to receive. But somehow, when the fatal day arrived, and the teams appeared on the field, our machinery didn’t work just as it ought to have done, and the Seniors got five scores from a touch down and handed us the lemon. But then, our boys, you know, weren’t used to go round playing before enormous audiences and there were nearly thirty people at the game, not counting the peanut-man, and once in a while some ill-mannered person would holler right out just as we were going to make a touch down and queer the whole affair. The music, however, covered up all our sorrows and was well worth the price of admission. Why, the base drum alone could be heard for three blocks around, and one unpatriotic person remarked that this accounted for the poor attendance but, no, sir I we were there ourselves and we tell you that even the teams ceased Page fifty-three playing sometimes to listen to the heavenly harmonics that soared upward from the Orsbornian quarters. The Buzzer, commenting upon the game told how The crowd was immense (?) It is estimated that twenty-seven people entered the grounds, some of whom paid. The cheering was deafening (?) so that it was impossible to hear the band (?) Some of the rooters sat on the snow banks, others wandered around the side lines and thought of home. The Associated Press reporter froze his toe and was unable to hand in his special report. When we first arrived upon the scene we settled down in our accustomed seat in the bleachers, but it was so lonesome there that we went out on the field where Mr. Hayward was pacing up and down as head linesman, requesting the throng to kindly not step on his feet. The Echo of a Song I listened one day, to the song of the wind. As it hurried and rustled by, And the leaves sang the song that it left behind. All the day in the elm tree high. I listened one day, to the song of the surf. As it foamed on the pebbled shore. And a shell 1 took to the end of the earth Sang the song to me o’er and o’er. I listened one day, to the song of the stream. As it stole through the meadows bright. And the rushes there swayed in the sunlight’s gleam. And sang ’till the fall of the night. I listened one day. to the song of a friend, Of a friend that I loved so dear. And the song in my heart, with never an end. Sings on like a sweet echo clear. Page fifty-four The Senior Memorial HE Senior class, thinking that we are unable to get into A room by the straight and narrow way, have carried out their threats and erected their most impressive portal. It is so wide that Ed. Haglin could be carried thru lengthwise and even Fat Bostwick might be able to squeeze thru if he be real careful. It is hoped that it will now be possible for the Seniors to get out and arrive home in time to start to school again the next morning, which has not always been the case. The doors have a genuine hardwood finish and all the slivers have been scraped off. As they are the swinging kind, you must be very careful in the manner of your approach as some one may be leaving the room in a hurry; the door may rush out to greet you, and when you open those bonny eyes of yours you will look upon the peaceful surroundings of that sunny suburban sojourn ing spot, Andrewsville. Above the door is carved the class motto, hoscamur agendo which is translated, keep an eye on uncle. Altogether this piece of Ionic architecture will be a great addition to the school. Mother Goose Under the New Rules Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. Fwo hundred kilograms he weighed was all. Thirteen meters was the wall. You ought to have heard poor Humpty cuss He couldn’t figure out what his velocity was. JOHN BRIAN FRONT GILBERT. Page fifty-five- The Great Exhibition of Junior Teachers this way, ladies and gents, and see the great exhibition of Junior teachers. You can t afford to miss it. It takes sixteen credits to get in and twenty-four to get out. Stay as long as you like. The gentlemen to the left is Harlowe C. Richardson, alias Henry Clay, Richard the First, Tip-toe Harry, King Hal, Dickyson, and anything else that future classes may call him; but commonly known as Cousin Hiram. His specialty is Fiction and Shakespeare, and if you don’t pass with him you never will with anyone else. His control over his subjects is remarkable. If a mob comes howling up the Appian bent on plunder and destruction of life, he merely raps his pencil and the nefarious plotters scatter and creep shamefacedly homeward. Just now he is planning how to subdue the innocent pastime of chucking certain individuals out of the window on to the fire-escape, from whence they are obliged to descend, slowly and gracefully to terra firma, amidst the cheers of the assembled thousands. Before you is the historic Andalusia Brooks, the governess-general of the prison colony of C room. You are very fortunate in catching her in the act of smiling, for it is seldom that she indulges in such a waste of time. She is doubtless thinking of the white mouse with seven yards of green ribbon tied to its tail which explored her domain March 1 7th, last, and caused her civics class to ascend the gas fixtures in haste, while she herself, sought refuge behind the cloakroom door. Exhibit number three is Miss Snyder. Her last class left as a memorial, a marble tablet to be placed over the Via Snyderia, with the words of the immortal poet: Abandon hope all ye who enter here.1 Britzius, dear old brother Britzius ! He smiles sweetly at the pleasant memory of the many Juniors whose promising careers were brought to an early death by an over-abundance of work and energy. I shall ask you to stand a slight distance off from our next exhibit. Thank you! I now take great pleasure in introducing to you, Paul C. Heard. And he is fully as fierce as he looks. He is now working upon an apparatus which will show the force of gravity and the cubical coefficient of cast iron at the same time. Our friend Adolph has fallen asleep, but you thus have the Page fifty-fix great opportunity of seeing Andrews at his best. His great endeavor is to make his pupils do as little work as possible. See here, young man, don’t try to argue with Miss Marvin. If she say3 that Columbus discovered Africa in 44 B. C., he did and there’s no use trying to get around it. Miss Macgregor’s smiles are the pride of the whole school, but alas—that appearances should ever be deceitful! Her classes will be more than happy when vacation comes as they have had to write four or five compositions and draw a picture of a castle during the last term. This way out. Next exhibition in ten minutes. W. M. G. Po wderhorn Written on the shore of Powdethorn la e A jewel fair to look upon, It lay there at the break of dawn; Its shores infringed with willow trees That shivered in the morning breeze. I stood beside it when the sun His upward journey’d first begun. The grass was wet with sparkling dew. The birds sent forth their songs anew, And all of Nature’s peaceful plan Progressed without the aid of man. I watched Apollo’s steep ascent, I watched the swallows as they went To take their early morning bath. I walked along the shady path, And saw, ’mid all of Nature there. No thought of fear or doubt or care. O, man, why is it, pray, that you, Who have so little here to do. Cannot be happy in your way, And welcome in, with songs, the day. W. M. G., June ’08. C. H. S. Pit fifty ••even Twenty Years After was with much curiosity that I entered the portals of the Junior room in my old High School at our class reunion on June 15th, 1927. It had been twenty years since I had last been in that room so it is not to be wondered at that it was with mingled feelings of trepidation and pleasant anticipation that I again opened the somewhat rickety door on which there was blazoned a faded letter. I was rather late, as almost all my former classmates were already there and they seemed to have succeeded in their attempts to renew their acquaintances, for such an uproar met my ears as would in years gone by have brought down the speedy wrath of the teacher. The first thing I saw upon entering, was a stout and rather prosperous looking gentleman in a startling plaid suit with a gorgeous necktie, in the middle of which blazed a diamond as large as a cranberry. This gentleman, mounted on a desk in the front of the room was holding forth in fiery language with wild wavings of his arms, to a little knot of people who stood around him listening with rapt attention to his harangue. I stood for a few moments listening to what seemed to be the peroration of a political speech. Soon he finished and the knot melted away, while the speaker mopped his perspiring brow. I was puzzled for some time to think who he could be, but when I saw him surreptiously extract from his pocket an enormous red Baldwin apple and a huge apple turnover and refresh himself with a bite from each, a flash of memory took me back twenty years. Yes. it was Schaefer Bill in former days ’’William or Boss Schaefer as he was now known for he had become the biggest political boss in three states. My gaze next wandered to the back of the room where a lady clad in airy chiffon and high heeled slippers was pirouetting on toe for the edification of several ladies and gentlemen who followed with admiring glances, the intricacies of a new step which she declared was positively the latest thing. Something familiar about this lady struck me, and drawing nearer Jeanette Rutledge! 1 exclaimed, in astonishment. It was indeed she, for she came up and shook me warmly by the hand, assuring me that she would be delighted to render for my benefit the new waltz. I found later that she was a dancing teacher in one of our largest cities. After Page fifty-eighl finishing the waltz she took me by the arm and introduced or rather reintroduced me to a tall soldierly looking gentleman with a fierce mustache waxed to its utmost limit, whom she told me was Colonel Bibb of the United States Army. He was just observing to his companion, a benevolent looking gentleman in spectacles, who was introduced as Professor Delbert Card, that He had no patience, sir, with privates who acted like mischievous schoolboys. We chatted a moment and then I passed on to where a gentleman with long, wildly flowing hair, thru which from time to time he thrust a pencil, was rapidly sketching in a group of people in a distant corner of the room. I was at a loss for some time to guess the name of this one of my classmates until Miss Rutledge informed me that it was Claude Bintliff, the famous war cartoonist, whose sketches in the New York Herald had won him a fortune. Scarcely had I glanced a second time at Mr. Bintliff when someone in a loud voice announced that Madame Barber had kindly consented to honor us with a solo. Immediately I was all attention, for a solo from the great diva, who had sung before Europe's crowned heads was not to be lightly treated. As soon as she had finished and the storm of applause had subsided I moved to the other side of the room where a gentleman had started to draw on one of the blackboards a strangely familiar figure. I could not identify him until one of the bystanders enlightened me by telling me that it was Hunter Passmore who had made a million in advertising for the Oxidized Oats Breakfast Food Company. From being a sign painter he had risen to his present position thru the painting of the present Oxidized Oats trade mark, which he was at present engaged in reproducing on the blackboard. The next thing that drew my attention was the clear ringing tones of a gentleman who stood near me surrounded by a group of intelligent and energetic ladies who were listening with decided nods of approval to his eloquent words. Pausing to catch the drift of his speech, 1 preceived with astonishment that the speaker was no other than my old classmate Newell Storms who was holding forth in glowing terms upon the subject of Woman s Rights. From time to time the ladies cast indignant glances at certain gentlemen standing near who gave vent to their mirth at certain sentiments of Mr. Storm’s, rather too audibly. However much I should have enjoyed listening to Mr. Storm s oration. 1 was forced to pass on stopping merely to glance at a paper bag which he clutched firmly in his hand and thru the bursted side of which I saw a doughnut with which I judged, when his address ended, he intend to regale himself. Next I caught sight of a portly gentleman who carried a cane with a massive silver top, which he used to emphasize his words. This, I was told, was the promoter and president of the Page fifly-nir.e United States Consolidated Lawn Mowing Trust, Louis Hahn. My informer whispered in tones of awe the figures of his fortune which mounted up into the millions. The stupendous outline of this trust was one enormous graft scheme on a gigantic scale. Even then, it was whispered, a bill was up before the legislature to put Hahn out of business. I next directed my attention to a lady who sat near me gazing skyward with an abstracted expression. The wild light of genius shone on her soulful countenance. Suddenly she seized a pencil and scratched away diligently for a few moments then resumed her meditations. I inquired who this might be and was informed in a surprised tone that it was the great poet, formerly Alice Van Fossen, who had written what was said to be the greatest poem of the 20th century. The same friend had also told me that Junius Edwards, the famous egyptologist, was away in Egypt searching for the silver salad forks of Rameses the Great. He had already made most extensive researches in the Pyramid of Cheops among which were the ony authentic ancient cocktail glasses ever discovered. While listening to this most interesting account of my distinguished fellow classmates my eye became fixed upon a dark haired lady in glasses, who stood under a nearby gas jet, distributing, with coquettish smiles and nods, some little white buttons which she took from a box on the desk beside which she stood. A knot of ladies and gentlemen surrounded her, all of whom were talking and arguing about something which seemed to be exceedingly interesting to them. Who could this lady be? I edged nearer the group and asked a bystander who and what the popular center of the group was. She gazed at me with indignation and astonishment depicted in every line of her face and then informed me that she was the Woman Suffragist’s candidate for president of the United States. The little white buttons were election buttons with miniatures of the fair candidate upon them and but here my informer was interrupted by a voice which inquired in tones of greatest delight whether 1 did not remember my old friend, Irene Raine, and, turning about I came face to face with the topic of our conversation herself. Well, indeed! I exclaimed, Irene Raine! Just to think of it! And so she was to be our future president! For everybody assured me that the issue of the election was certain. The poor unfortunate masculine candidate on the other ticket stood no show whatever. After warmly assuring the confident candidate that I would surely vote for her, 1 passed on. Scarcely had I done so when I noticed that everybody was putting on their wraps to go. 1 hastened to follow their example although 1 had not half finished my visit, and soon found myself again out- side. Upon thinking over my evening’s experience I decided that our glorious class had fully lived up to the promise of its youth and that any member might think himself very favored of fortune to be one of that illustrious band. ETHEL M. CROWTHER. Junior Jests SHAKESPEARE FROM THE 20TH CENTURY EDITION Throw physics to the dogs, I’ll none of it. Hamlet. Some are born liking Latin, some achieve Latin, and some have Latin thrust upon them. Twelfth Night. We flunk, But screw your courage to the bluffing point and we’ll not flunk.- Macbeth. A pony, a pony, my kingdom for a pony Richard 111. She: How do they happen to put the poor little Freshman way up on the third floor? What if the school should catch fire? He: That’s what they put them there for. If the school should catch on fire they would be too green to burn. HORATIUS AT THE APPIAN Then up spoke Thomas Barnard, the captain of the mob, And we heard our Cousin Hiram give a heart affecting sob, For loud the captain shouted, and shouted not in vain : Come, who will stand at my right hand, and rush the Appian. They came by tens and twenties to make the awful fray. Proud Hahn and William Brewster and Bibb stayed not away, TTiey fell in line and waited the signal from their cap — They raised a cheer, then loud and clear, they heard a pencil rap. Thus foiled in their desire they all returned to home, And thus was saved that city Servata erat Rome And, when they get the money, on the Appian will stand A statue to Kind Hiram true, with a pencil in his hand. W. M. GRIMES. Page aity one Haglin: 'The Danish king died without heir,' what does that mean ? Longfellow: 'Died without air?' Why, suffocated, I suppose FICTION YELL Look at them run, look at them run, Richard the First, second to none. Fiction, fiction, Coeur de Leon. J. Edwards has written a poem in Budapestic spondulix. Constant Reader: A verse of two feet is called a biped. Some teachers are very rude in requesting pupils to leave the room. Not so that most polished gentleman, Mr. Orsborn. When he desires a student to make himself scarce he smiles sweetly and says, Kindly close the door on the outside. Miss Maegregor (commenting upon the funeral ceremonies of Athelstane) Unsuspecting, Ivanhoe and Richard walked up to the bier. Voice from the rear, Schlitz or Pabst? Page wxly-two The Piano Movers Half an inch, half an inch. Half an inch onward. Slowly by jerks and pulls, Moves the piano. Forward you six boys there. Handle the thing with care, Desert on you job, if you dare!1 Richardson thundered. Did the six youths reply? Did they with wet tears cry ? Theirs was to go and try, E’en tho their Cousin Hi Sadly had blundered. Crowds to the right of them, Crowds to the left of them. Crowds in front of them, Yet they pushed long. Yelled at with scream and shout. Asked what they were about. Onward they pushed the thing out Into the throng. Stepped on each others’ toes. O, the wild sounds that arose From them who sought to oppose Their progress onward. Right in the sandwich stand Yelled at, to beat the band, Wildly the scene they scanned : All the school wondered. Into A room they went, Tired, worn and spent, MacWhorter (nice little gent). Gave them a penny. Then they came back ; but Great Scott, What a tuff looking lot. What a bangupping they got Bruises ? O, many. How can their glory fade Into oblivious shade. How from room B to A, On that eventful day. They pushed the pianay Way down the hall. W. M. G. P� ar tixty-thrfc Ballad Commemorating the Fall of Plaster in G Room in May, 1906 tes the plaster come down in Room G?1 H. Passmore, one bright summer morning, to me. I told him in rhyme, was n’t a crime, I had n’t the time To discuss it in prose. Although everyone knows I could do it better that way, 1 suppose. But it had to be rhymy at any rate For H. Passmore, the Only and Great, Had made me Ham Sandwichian Poet Laureate. So I started to tell How the plaster it fell To the floor. With a roar. Where it strikes with a bound. And bounces around. As it bursts thru the laths. And deals out its baths, To those seated below Its tormentuous flow. Till they leap in alarm And flee from the harm. While the inanimate pests Rebound on the desks, And light in the aisles Where they roll for a while, But, before they subside. Another great tide. Even worser and worst Than the former cloudburst. Tumbles down on the floor. With a rush and a roar. If you’re able to flee, Tis a great sight to see The way that the plaster comes down in room G. Note: This poem commemorates a great incident in the history of our class. Apologies are due to the Falls of La Dore. P� g - « ty four W. M. G. y.five p� gf The Seniors « HEN the Seniors made it known that the different classes of Central High School were to have a separate part for their own use in the Senior Annual, and that each group of representatives should try to make its class’s part in the Annual the best, it naturally awoke a spirit of enthusiasm. The n B Senior class which heretofore had been slumbering, awoke and started the rusty wheels of its mind running. The first outcome of this was the hurrying on of the class election and after that a petition was made by the two representatives of that class that it might have a part of its own in the Annual, instead of centering all its powers, as was first decided, in helping to make the Junior section the best it could. The decision in favor of Bn Senior class having an independent portion was heralded with great pleasure by the majority of the class, and, when work was solicited and a committee formed the chosen members seemed only waiting this chance to begin work. Since this interest began, excellent talent has been discovered not only along artistic and comic lines, but also in poetry and prose; results of this genius have come in almost daily in one form or another. All of this shows that the class realizes that this is the last opportunity it will have for expressing its thots in print. For this privilege it wishes to thank most heartily the graduating class of June, 1907, and would recommend to the following classes that they adopt this same plan in their annuals, thereby bringing unity to classes unorganized and a spirit of school patriotism to all students of the far-famed Central High. HELEN H. SMITH. V Miss Helen Smith Page fixty-sx O Say, Learned Senior, O Say! SAY, learned senior, O say! Does the higher intelligence pay? To study all night By the dim candle light And never get outdoors to play? O say, learned senior, O say! Does humoring that Mac ever pay? Does making a fuss Over a crabbed old cuss Ever land you 'way up in Room A ? O say, learned senior, O say! Does buying a fat turkey pay? To give to your teacher A juicy young creature, And then get canned out for the day? O say, haughty senior, O say. You've got yours a-coming some day!! The B senior throng Of ninety-four strong Will take you and make you eat hay!!! O say, learned senior, O say! Does cramming all night and all day Permit you to attain That much sought for plane Where study is thought of as play? Ralph Wation . . President Helen Smith . . Vice-Preudent Julia Drew . . . Secretary Robert Hotchkiss . . Treaturer Jan. 08 Senior Class Officers Page � ixly-� rvrn Class History E people! Here beginneth the annals of the January class of nineteen hundred and eight. Whither goeth he and whence hath he come who has not at some period of his existence beheld a collection of Freshmen, a species of the human race, which, like the evergreen, lives on thru summer and winter, never losing in verdure. Of such was this class composed when it entered Central in January, nineteen hundred and four. There is no need to tell of the frightened faces, the quaking knees and the glances full of awe and wonder on that first eventful day, for Freshmen are known of old. They filled the halls of Central. Some lost the way; others timidly asked pitying Seniors to direct them, until finally they reached the third floor. There some were placed in Miss Forester’s room and others were taken in charge by motherly Mrs. Allard. The first year passed quickly, and great was the rejoicing when at last they could be known as Sophomores. The second term of their Sophomore year brought more together in Mr. Beeler’s and Mr. Hayward’s rooms, the latter having come upon the scene to try his skill in filling with knowledge the heads which had grown enormously during the past year. He taught them much about Emerson and allusions, while they were busy digging out Latin or cramming in history or geometry. At the beginning of their Junior year when many were assigned to C room several preferred to complete their High School course in D room. But law was law and so with bitter wailing they departed for Miss Brooks’ realm. Those left upstairs with Mr. Hayward eventually learned to come to order at the vigorous rapping of the gavel (it surely must have marred the desk), without waiting for special invitations to be seated. But the next term they, too. trailed down the stairs to B room. No more would that long finger be shaken at them for some misdemeanor. No more would paper flowers miraculously blossom out on D room desk. For the miscreants had departed- Now they are gathered together in the two rooms (Mr. Richardson’s and Miss Brooks’) a body of students which every year has dutifully contributed to the piano and picture fund. A short time ago at the beginning of their Senior year they met in one body and found that the class is the largest January Page � ixty fight class on lecord at Central. After an exciting campaign officers were elected, and a constitution was drawn up. This Jannuary class ol nineteen hundred and eight is indebted to the many teachers who have so faithfully helped each member; and it will surely endeavor to leave behind a record of which all may well be proud. HAZEL FANCHER. Before and After before we entered high school we heard of wails and sorrows of high school life. We r the larger boys and girls of our neighbor- d walk by the house, with a very reluctant , bushels of books under their arms and a , sad look upon their faces. Bright and early each morning, their footsteps all being turned toward that cold gray stone building called Central High School. We, ourselves, dared not imagine of venturing into that dark place where knowledge was dealt out in such staggering blows. Upon asking the high school students’ opinion of high school life, they would tell us that it was filled with obstacles,n and we went to sleep that night with the thought of our future high school life as a terrific battle with hard, angry lessons, long hours of study and monstrous cruel teachers to help make our life even more miserable. And we thought to ourselves, how can they who attend the school get along so well if such dreadful, horrible things are meted out to each and all ? Then they told us of having to use explosives that were strong enough to blow the whole school up and kill everybody at once — and of the huge saws in manual training, and we often wondered if these explosives and saws were so handy and school life was so dark and dismal, why did not some of the students on a dark and rainy night use some of the explosives to advantage and blow up the school, or saw all the books to pieces, and thus end their troubles? We saw boys and girls come from school saying they were Juniors, or Seniors, and wearing hats of all the colors of the rainbow and some of the colors that are not in the rainbow, and after arriving home they would place a stack of books on a table that would make it fairly creak under the weight. Mother, upon inquiring: How was school today?r Would receive as a reply, a sample of the black- Pi� e sixty-nine est pages of a teacher’s life and she would imagine Johnny as being treated dreadfully and upon informing father, he would smile and tell how he lead the class in geometry or language and never flunked once during his whole high school life. The kindhearted mother would be about to write to the teachers and have Johnny drop a subject or tell them that he was being overworked and she thought he needed a rest, when up looms Johnny and says to father, please sign this11 and he presents a card filled with parallel strokes and we receive an impression that the teachers, besides being so monstrous, were very economical with the pens and ink of the school. Finally father would visit the school and he would be shown a history of Johnny’s high school life, from the time he entered up to the present time, explaining to father, how many times he flunked, whispered or skipped school! They would even have the time recorded when he brought a red handkerchief to school and when he coughed during the third period on October the twelfth. But soon our time came and with a pale face and a shuddering form we entered the sacred precincts of Central High School, and we found that altho the teachers had been given a bad reputation, nevertheless, they were somewhat human and that they occasionally gave a ten, but more often a zero, soon we cultivated the habit of using ponies, carrying home loads of books, never to be unstrapped, telling how terrible the teachers were and we learned the gentle art of carrying home a report card overcrowded with minuses. We, in the course of time learned how to order cream-puffs and masticate doughnuts and by the time we had reached physics, could use an opened book to perfection, on the back seat without Britzius even suspecting such a thing. We found that high school life was not at all bloody, did not give you broken health or nervous prostrations, that you were not hanged for skipping or had your eye brows sawed off for flunking, that signing your own report card or writing your own excuse was no new art and that, although the times were somewhat stormy there was always strong hope that the teachers were becoming more civilized each year so that now all dreams of horror have passed and we see only the sweet, sweet studies, with the dear teachers, dealing out double pluses as a back ground. EDW. J. CAMPBELL. Page vvraty Hark! Thou Would-be Chemist | HEN, in the course of your journey thru high school, you have passed thru the various stages necessary to the proper development of the mind and are prepared to entrust your intellectual soul with the remaining elevating and uplifting studies of the fourth year, beware! Beware! ! There lies in wait fcr you a study, chemistry, only to ready to snare, entrap and perchance to sting any too pre-sumptious Senior. And also, if the Sibylline fates are unpropi-tious towards you, there is left Miss Holtz, so little, but oh, my! For, Beware! Beware! ! Beware! ! ! Do not stride into that dismal little recitation room off Mac’s pasture with an all knowing and self satisfied air, carrying under your arm your newly bought Hessler and Smith text. You may as well begin right and lose that green covered book for two whole months and begin making a chemistry note book. Zounds. Enough said concerning that note book. You will learn. You will possibly have had by this time, physics under the goodly Britzins. Such being the case, you will have had the experiment of Electrolysis of Water with Hoffman’s apparatus. Be careful, be careful, now do be careful. Give the a-p-p-a-r-a a double resounding roll and pronounce the third a as a long, long vowel. Should you not carry out these instructions to the letter, our lady of the broad-swards will say in a sweet but an I-mean-it manner, Ihat will do, Mr. Pippin. That’s terrrrrible, terrrrrible. You may be excused from the class. Terrrrrible. With tears in your eyes and a blush on your cheek, you will pass out thru Mac’s domain with the unsurmountable conviction ringing thru your frame that you have been stung. Six were thus wounded in a cert :-ill fated class of January ’08 for this very same offense. When you have mastered the science of saying apparrrrra-tus, of course with a perfect roll and a long a and when you can dissolve salt and water in a test tube, you may now claim a chemist’s diploma. You are fitted to go out into the world to earn your living with a complete knowledge of how to boil water, how to clean a sink, how to paste typewritten sheets into a note book, and perhaps with a deeply imbued feeling that from start to finish you have been unmercifully stung. R. W. Pace aevenly-onc From the Shop and Drawing Room ROF. HILL of the Manual Training Department, is an enthusiastic chicken fancier and ginseng raiser. Simpson, the dapper and gingerly little gent of the Mechanical Drawing Department, whom the boys call cupid, used to be continually making trips down to Chicago to see the football game. But now she is all his own and lives up here in Minneapolis. Of late there has been a report that he doesn’t go straight home after school hours. Shame, naughty, naughty Laurens! When Baker first came to our machine shop he dressed like a mechanic ought, overalls, cap, etc. Now he wears a white shirt, patent shoes, and a black suit. Who is it, Baker? Looks suspicious for a young fellow, anyway. Each morning before the work is begun, Prof. Hill tells his classes how the baby spent the night, how the hired girl is getting on, and how his own rheumatism is. Nothing like sympathy, Mr. Hill. There is a certain young lady of the Jan. 08 class who is taking cabinet work from Mr. Hill. She is very popular and she has only to speak and it is done by from one to four gallant young seniors who love to pass away a vacant second period down there. Nice for the boys and young lady but it vexes Prof Hill. Baker is a great football man. Looks as though he might make a good coach for the team next fall. R. W. Physics, Physics, Physics In a top story window a Junior sat. Groaning, 'Physics! oh physics! oh physics!' And I said to him. 'Junior, why sit you like that, Groaning, 'Physics, oh physics, oh physics!' Is it absence of intellect. Junior.' I cried 'Or have you a pain in your little inside?' With a shake of his poor little head he replied. Only Physics! oh physics! oh physics!' And now that we’re Seniors in Central High, Thru with Physics! oh physics! oh physics, To the poor little Juniors who are heaving this sigh Of 'Physics! oh physics! oh physics! We give this advice, don't study too hard. It is bad for the brain, altho good for the card, You’ll find it won’t pay to give any regard To Physics! oh physics! oh physics! With apologies to Tech. P gt Kvrnty-lwo City News NE hot DAY, WARREN GETCHEL, with a load of COLE, was driving along the dusty RHODES. He wore an old CADY and looked as if he had not seen a BARBER for a month. At last he drove up to a stream and on finding a suitable FORD, he crossed. He thought that it would be no more than WRIGHT if he removed some of the dust from his face with the cool WATERS of the stream. He did accordingly but there was one thing lacking. He seemed at a loss to know what to do. As he walked toward his team he was heard to mutter, If I only had a TOWLE. He resumed his journey and came to an ALLEY which led up to a mansion. Its entrance was guarded by a fierce looking stone LYON. As he DREW up to the gate, he saw a GARDNER approaching. By a WRAY of sunshine which PlERCE-d the dense foliage on either side of the ALLEY, he saw that his face was very BRAUN and that he had LOTZ of curly hair. He asked if the GAYLORD of the mansion was within and on finding that he was, knocked at the gate. A PORTER came out and, thinking that WARREN was a beggar, gave him two NICKELS and told him to get a shave. As he came back to his team, a small boy threw a CORE at him and he got frightened and ran towards the river. Just as he reached the river, an auto, which was a hard PUFFER, hit a lady and CASTER into the river. Brave WARREN plunged in and rescued her. All that he got for a reward was a good wetting and was again in need of a TOWLE. When we saw him last he was still looking for that much desired article. ELMER MERRILL. One of Prof. Greer’s friends ( ) Page � evemy-tHree A Few “Don’ts” to Remember DON’T look sober when Britzius cracks a joke because he’ll be down on you thinking you can’t appreciate a new one. DON’T sit on the front bench in Miss Marvin’s room if you are bashful. DON’T whisper during the fifteen minute period because Miss Brooks is liable to break her ruler on the radiator. DON’T fail to laugh at Miss Holtz’s wittiness, because it will surely pave the way when passing time comes. DON’T forget to say apparatus and process in the chemistry room for disastrous results have been known to follow this mispronunciation. DON’T talk while Miss Brooks has a class in session because she threatens to send you right straight out-doors. To Putnam Who wins the games for Central In football every fall ? Who in his football togs sure is The hero of them all ? Whose head is so expanded That his hat is much too small ? Why, Putnam! Whose name is always inscribed on The basketball reports? Whose name is always glaring bold On that big green page of sports? Whose name is always signed like this: R. W. P.? Why, Putnam’s! Who struts about our own room C With an air of B 1 am it”? Who looks around this side and that And says: I knew I’d make a hit? Who talks so much and talks so loud That Miss Brooks nearly has a fit? Why, Putnam! P«ae seventy-four Class Officers January ’07 ' 1 ► r Clarence Dow. President Richard Stone, Treasurer Page seventy-five Th e Teacher is a Most Unhappy Man A teacher is a cross between a lion and a lamb. He growls but he just hates to see you study, dig and cram, His eyes are sharper than a tack, his voice is cool but firm. And when he questions you in class, you tremble, shake and squirm. But that’s just fun for him, It’s woeful and it’s grim. Chorus How’d you like to be a teacher? Work like his is merely play, He don’t even have to ask for all the things that come his way, All he does is marking papers, Putting minus where he can. Then who wants to be a teacher? The flunkers kick Till he is sick So the teacher is a most unhappy man. MacWhorter is a teacher sad. We call him Uncle Mac. An if you say he likes his job, you’ll have to take it back. Just think of all the notes from home the poor man has to read. One reads thus: John can’t come, yesterday was the first time he shaved. No wonder Mac is sore, No wonder John is sore. Chorus How’d you like to be a student, with intentions very good. Then how’d you like to go to class, and forget that whispering is tabooed, How’d you like to go on telling. How you skipped and Greer found out, When suddenly there comes a rapping. You hear your doom Go to your room For the teacher does his duty when he can. Page seventy-ux MARIAN TRAXLER The Annihilation of Algebra Scene open as five witches are discovered kneeling, heads bowed as if asleep. Clang of a bell is heard indicating midnight. yJ cauldron in the foreground. Enter mother witch. Five other xvilches rise. FiveWitches. Hail, mother witch Mother W. [With measured tones.] It is the midnight hour, When according to Miss Ferguson, The minute hand overtakes the hourhand, A time most fit For doing way with Algebra, Dark, dismal and obscure We long have groaned Beneath the tyrant Come, now, arise, and Plot destruction! [Murmurs of approval on all sides.] 1st W. If x were y and m plus n were z We could not wish it otherwise. Let’s at it! We’ll send it Where it can’t put minus On our cards And gives us sleepless studious night Planning which of our friends To tackle next for help. P lfp seventy srven 2nd W. Fair is foul and foul is fair. Mother W. [Speaking like Miss Ferguson.] What is the reason for that statement? All W. Thing equal to the same thing are equal to each other. 3d W. To find the number of reasons why we should not annihilate Alg. Let x equal no. required. Reduce to lowest terms, cancel all common complaints made by students who don’t like it when they get 30 in their tests, and the result is zero. Mother W. [Speaking like Miss Ferguson.] Correct! Mark that C. 4th W. Somebody help me with this problem. I’ve got to go to class next period and 1 haven’t even looked at it This is it: When shall we three meet again, in thunder, in lightning, or in rain? How do you do it, anyway? 5th W. Oh, that is one of those awful time, rate, and distance problems. This is the way you work it: Let x equal time of meeting x equal time of 1st Thunder x equal time of 2nd Lightning x equal time of third Rain Then you add all three together and that will give you the time for all three, see? 1st W. x y ! x y ! The hour grows apace. Come, mother witch! Reveal to us what we are about to do to algebra, which has so long done us. Mother W. [Speaking like Miss F.] Attention, please! Eyes on board. No whispering ! [Speaking like a witch.] And I will demonstrate to you How we will make away With that dark spectre algebra. Each witch must bring a direful mysterious charm, some relic of forgotten lore, Of doleful flunking, full of deep disgrace, Reminders of the oft burned midnight oil All horrid, hateful tokens. Bring x y z’s what e’er you will Enough this caldron here to fill. page fevmty-righl And we will brew a potion weird For death of algebra, despised and feared. Round about the caldron go, In the curious relics throw Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire burn, and caldron bubble. 1st W. [Carrying a root.] 1 bring the I 3th root of x Which oft my peace of mind did vex, 1 dug it up at last with care. And now I bring it with me here. 2nd W. [Carry cube.] A' is a x a x a The reason why, I cannot say. Mother W. [Speaking like Miss Ferguson.] I want the class to understand that no one is ever to make a statement without a reason. 3d W. [Carrying a piece of chalk and eraser.] -A piece of chalk 1 bring with me To write down x, y and z. And here I have an old eraser Tis said to be a great effacer. 4th W. [Carrying cardboard and lesson sheet.] A square gray cardboard Used in tests, And very useful too. But somehow just the sight of it Made us all intensely blue. A lesson sheet, all printed neat That was consulted every day. It told you where the lessons were In the most exasperating way. Mother W. The teacher’s class-book here appears. With lots of zeros in it. It’s all the fault of algebra You’ll see that in a minute. [Puts large book on the fire.] 5th W. [Carying x’s, y’s z’s cut out of paper]. My contribution to the stew. So gruesome and so deadly. Are xyz’s and p’s and q’s Left over from the medley Also my paper [Feels in pockets, starts, then says, apologetically] : I left my paper at home — that is, I lent it to someone and he didn’t return it— no, I guess I lost it. Page � eventy-ninr Mother W. [Speaking like Miss Ferguson.) Well, it must be made up. [Like a witch.) But I must hie me to the cauldron. [Stirs up contents of the cauldron and mutters]: That suits me to a T.M Now, witches, mind your p’s and q’s, B, y’s not one excepted. And with our own mysterious strength Raised to the nth power, We ll round it up, we’ll square it, We ll boil it in this cauldron We will, we will, we surely will; (Places algebra tied with crape in the cauldron, then mutters]: Double, double toil and trouble, Algebra burn and seethe and bubble. (She gives sign for the witches to march) All witches march by fancy step and chant. Witches chant: (taken from air.........) Round and round and around we go, Seeking so painfully and slow Negative exponents, and terms Theorems, demonstration and sign. Algebra doomed, shall ever be Boiling forever caldron shall hold. Multiplication, factors prime Problems in distance and rate and time. 3x square plus ab — x, y z, oh! 3 x square plus ab — x, y z, oh! 3rd W. [Shrieks and points to someone in the audience) Oh, there’s Miss Ferguson. 3th W. Ooooooh! and we haven’t corrected our test papers yet! [Groans, howls, shrieks. Each runs for her broom, and they run off the stage, one witch riding on the brush part of the other’s broom. The last witch riding so, tumbles off. This last running and riding is done to a strain of Tam o’ Shanter.) [ Cur lain J Page eighty John Kendall. Preaident Class Officers June ’07 Helen Brown. Vice-President Mabel Mill . Secretary Dell Bengnlon. Treasurer Page eighty-one Bengston, Picture Committee Green, Claw Day Committee Butt . Social Committee Hiedel, Program Committee Fowler, Memorial Committee Chairmen of Committees Apol ogies to Poe’s Raven As I sat one morning dreaming of the things that were a-seeming My cranium to teem, Suddenly there came a ringing, faint and far, the Glee Clubs singing At the door of A Room clinging. Thought I in my dream. And then still 1 sat there musing, trying hard to be excusing All my thoughts from earthly ncise, Suddenly there came a tapping, growing loud into a rapping. Louder yet into clapping. Silencing my very joys. Ah, most well do I remember, it was in the bleak December, And the frost was on the glass, When 1 failed to hear the bell—O, what words of ours can tell Of the agony too well ? I was late to class. Page eighty-two W. M. G. Page right •-three Class History ’07 Now reader go along with me. And four years back, just let us see How, in those happy days of youth Everything that was, was truth. Beyond the sorrows and the tears. Beyond the suffering and the fears. Beyond the anguish and the gloom That since four years to us have come. Beyond our troubles and our pains. Beyond our losses and our gains Beyond those tears which our eyes marred. When minus appeared upon our cards. Away back there, removed from sight. Where all in life appeared just right. Before our teachers thought us dense Is where my story does commence. A beautiful young girl was slowly wending her way home one September day. Her thoughts were light, gay and exuberant, and were not even touching on anything terrible or dangerous, but suddenly, without warning, she felt herself enveloped from head to foot in a large cloak and then picked up bodily by strong arms and carried away. All her remonstrating, kicks and piercing screams availed nothing. How long she was carried thus she did not know, but when she was once more on terra firma, she found she was in a handsomely furnished room, alone. Slowly recovering from her astonishment, she began to investigate her surroundings. There was only one exit from the room and that was a massive door. In vain she tried to open it. Presently, however, the door opened, but from the outside. She found herself facing the guard of the door. He was a handsome young man and was dressed in a knight s garb. On his shield was embossed an open book. He gazed at the girl in admiration and she. noticing his friendly look, entreated him to tell her where she was, and under whose protection she was. This he said is the Castle of Learning, and I am its owner. Beautiful and attractive as this Castle may appear to you, beware! Few captives leave this place in less than four and a half or five years, yet, if you but follow my instructions and trust me, 1 will promise to deliver you from this place in four years. The path to your liberty is not strewn with roses, but by implicitly obeying me, the path will be shorter. Page eighty-four Thus spoke His Majesty Knowledge to his fair captive, while she in return faithfully promised to do his bidding. He told her that at eleven she would be summoned to the council chamber and there undergo a series of cross-examinations. Giving her a few more instructions, he left her. At eleven, she was taken to the council room and thru the door she saw His Majesty Knowledge seated on a throne, while on either side were seated the nobles of his court. At his immediate right, stood his prime minister, Lord Greer. It was by the latter, that she was first addressed. Miss Ignorance,11 said he, though you do not understand, yet we have designs in keeping you with us. Beautiful as you are, you are young, weak and stupid. It is the will of His Majesty that we retain you at least four years, and make something of you We do not wish you to be mistreated in any way, and we are always at your service. For the first year of your stay with us, you will be under the direct care of Her Highness, the Lady Kennedy. Miss Ignorance was straightway conducted to her ladyship’s presence. There were also in the room, other attendants. Inquiring their names, she found them to be Algebra, Grammar, English and History. For four and one-half months, they were to be her constant attendants. At the end of that time, she was unable to part with History, so the next four and one-half months, she had five attendants, who were History, Algebra (a sister to her former servant), Latin and another History. During these past nine months, Ignorance found her life gradually changing. Hitherto she had been willful, but under the eagle eye of Lady Kennedy, she felt a trifle subdued. She longed for a change in supervisor, and when the following September, she was placed under the care of His Lordship Beeler, she thought at first that he was a model. But alas! The best of us make mistakes, and thus she had. The attendants with which he provided her were not so easy to control as her previous ones had been. She had two Latin sisters, Geometry and English. The Latins and Geometry were somewhat obstreperous, but English was a little more congenial. She found it necessary to obtain the help of Lord Uhl to finally subdue Geometry. She grew restless under the continual strain, and constantly longed to see His Majesty Knowledge, for whom she discovered there was growing a fond love. She caught glimpses of him now and then, but he would never visit her. It was with great joy that she one day received a notice from his prime minister, placing her under the guidance of a new mistress, Her Highness Brooks. Pa®e eighty-fiv - Never having known Her Highness, Miss Ignorance was really delighted with the prospects of the change. But, Oh! How changed, how fallen were her prospects after she had been but one week with Her Highness. Try as Miss Ignorance would, she was unable to escape under the ever-vigilant eye of Her Highness. The latter had determined to conquer Ignorance, and for the purpose had secured the aid of several Knights, namely. Fiction, Shakespeare, Physics and History. During the nine months, Ignorance saw more of His Majesty, and found that by bravely bearing up under the knights and Her Highness, she could the oftener see him. She had been a captive now for three years. She had one more year before she would be released. Prime Minister Greer placed her under the guidance of his right-hand man. Lord MacWhorter. Now this lord was like one would expect an Irishman to be, happy and good natured, yet woe be unto him who fell under his displeasure. Though Lord Mac at first seemed to like Miss Ignorance, yet she one day suggested she wanted some turkey for dinner, at which Lord Mac flared up and ordered her to be treated as a captive should be, and summoned the guards, English Literature, Higher Algebra, Solid Geometry and Chemistry to watch over her and prevent her escape. His Majesty, learning of the treatment to which his fair captive was being subjected, came to her rescue, helped her subdue the guards, and carried her off. Her friends later received the announcement of her marriage to His Majesty, Knowledge, which was to take place on June 5th. VIVIAN WISE. Page eighty-six Central High School Band Our Band HE original Central High School Band was a thing of spontaneous generation. It came into existence in the fall of 06 as a branch of the Rooters Club at the football games. Central is fortunate in having a number of boys who have played in bands before coming to us and they have been a great help in perfecting the present organization. No systematic work was done last fall as the only practice was what could be secured at the regular games. Early this spring Mr. Orsborn secured the promise of a number of these players to help in the formation of a new and larger organization and then made a systematic presentation of the subject in each room. About twenty new members responded and began regular work. Most of them had never made a sound on a band instrument and could not carry a tune in a basket so had to begin at the very beginning. They have met twice each week since organizing and Mr. Orsborn has been present at every practice and much valuable assistance has been given by the members of the old band. The less said about those early rehearsals the better. In fact the English language does not furnish respectable words adequate to do the subject full justice. It has been demontrated that Page eighty-teven the walls of the geography room are well built and the skylights of the commercial department are well fastened in place. The Athletic Association showed its appreciation of the boys’ efforts by donating the first set of instruction books. Definite plans have been made for the continuance of this organization. Each fall a beginners class will be started among the Freshmen to be taught by those more advanced. As rapidly as the beginners become sufficiently proficient they will be put into the band to fill the places made vacant by members graduating. Central ought to have a band of forty that should be second to none and if the good work already begun is continued we shall soon have just such an organization. It was all a bubble’ To the Class of ’07, Central High School HE editors of your Annual have asked me to contribute to that book my picture and a few words. I am inclined to think that the picture is more than enough. You have all heard me say a few words a great many times and nothing I might add now could be of much value or interest to you. You will naturally expect me to talk shop and I shall not disappoint you. 1 have felt that if 1 were to say anything to you at this time in the way of a departing word it would be in relation to your motto: Noscamur Agendo. Doubtless this sentence has little vital meaning to you now and perhaps as the years of your lives roll by, it will never appeal to you in the form in which you have engraved it over your beautiful memorial doors. Nevertheless, I am sure that consciously or otherwise the thought that it expresses will be impressed upon your mind many times and in many varied ways. Perhaps to each of you as you enter upon different vocations in life it will have a different application and a different meaning. Just now one idea contained in it appeals to me as worthy of some emphasis. Your motto quite literally translated may mean Let us be known by what we are doing. It is not by the activities and achievements of the past, however great and noble they may have been, but by the fact that every succeeding day of your lives you continue to make use of your opportunities and put into practice your abilities, that the world will judge of the success and value of your careers. Let me take this opportunity, too, young men and young Page eighty-nine L. N. McWliortcr women, for such you are becoming as you step out into the world, to wish most heartily to every one of you that true measure of success that will indeed make you proud to be known by your deeds.1’ l. n. McWhorter. The Student’s Undoing Once upon a midnight dreary, as I crammed, all weak and weary, Over many a Virgil volume, till my eyes were strained and sore; Up I rose and vowed 'damnation death destruction desolation Then with a little contemplation of those good old tricks of yore. Came a little mild suggestion for this never-ending bore, Get a pony'—nothing more! Now that grievous trouble ceasing, pleasure, comfort, both increasing Gave my face a smile of gladness, that I never, never wore; For 1 had my trusty pony, lanky, slim, unfed, and bony. Heavenly, grand, heart-easing pony, hitched behind my bookcase door And the teacher basked and reveled in my rendering of the lore. ’Twas my pony—nothing more! Just a perfect gem I thot it — fool was I, to school I brought it! When the teacher, creaping, sneaking, peeking, just my shoulder o’er, Set my blood within me cooking, slyly, slowly, he came looking. Like a ghost, ungainly spooking woe is me, what then he saw ! Saw the thing that he in boyhood used and loved so well before. Twas my pony nothing more! Ah! my sad fate 1 was rueing, surely this was my undoing, Quick as Jove’s dire lightning flashes, quick 1 hurled it to the floor! Now my soul was all submission, just imagine my condition; Surely this was a condition, and 1 ne’er had flunked before. Only this — but who wants more? Page ninety Roger Rollins Record Ed. Allen Kendall Art. Allen Bengtfon Hopkins Smith HuSman McDaniels Senior Class Team Inter-Ciass Champions for !905-’06 Inter-class Football purpose of the inter-class football are three in number and are to be well born in mind. They are: First. To furnish good healthy sport for a large number of boys. It is to be regretted that there are not greater facilities for encouraging health-giving excercises. . Second. To institute class spirit and good natured interclass rivalry. For where there is competition there is excellence. Third. To bring out football material from the several classes so that a great number of candidates will try out for the great Central High School football teams. This last point cannot be too strongly emphasized. There should be at least 100 to 200 candidates in the field for positions on the football team. At the inter-class football tournament there has always been an enthusiasm, spirit and inter-class rivalry displayed which has never shown itself so prominently in any other events of school life at Central. The inter-class contest of 1906 was no exception. A large crowd of rooters with their banners and yells made things lively on the day of the tournament. The Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors Page ninety-one and Seniors alike turned out to show their class spirit and to cheer their warriors on to victory. The first battle between the Sophs and Freshies. which ended 1 4 to 0 in favor of the former, was characterized by brilliant and heady playing, undoubtedly brought out by the teams’ coaches, Barnard, Bresky and Putnam. The stars for the Freshmen were: Salzer, Lucas, McKenzie, Spargo and Treanor. The second contest while not as interesting as the first, was very amusing and to the delight of the crowd, ended 5 to 0 in the Seniors’ favor. The Junior stars were Sutherland, Acomb, Welsh, Flopwood, Porter, Robinson, Haglin, Gummeson, Warden, Cole, Jumper and C. Haglin. The brilliant efforts of the last named were due to the energetic, exausting and anguishing work of Coach Nichols. The final and mighty struggle of the day, between the Seniors and Sophs was as full of excitement as a steam whistle full of noise. The team struggled back and forth on the gridiron for almost the entire half, when Bullis of the Sophs, sent the ball from the twenty-five yard line, by the air route for four points. But immediately following. Smith of the Seniors, again booted the ball from the fifty yard line for a place kick. The score remained a tie, but by previous agreement the three judges appointed in case of a tie. unaminously decided the Senior the better team and accordingly that worthy bunch the proteges of Green and Sundby, coaches, carried off the championship for a second time. I he stars of the Sophomore team were Coppage, Scanlon, Van-strum, Stone, White, Hills, Griffith, Kent, Mattson, Courtney, Bullis. The members of the champion team were Bengston, Darby, A. Allen, Record E. Allen, Kendall, Rollins. Rogers, Smith, Hopkins, McDaniel, Huffman, Captain. roy McDaniels. Page ninety-two Dutton Gilman Ford Willii Whitney Senior Girls Basketball Team Girls Inter-Class Basketball |HE Girl’s Basketball Tournament came off in a blaze of glory. The hall, decorated with the various class colors looked like the woods in May, and when the teams came dancing on the field decked in brilliant hues, each leading a capricious mascot, it looked like so many elfs dancing in fairyland. The seniors led a fat Billy goat whose wisdom was only exceeded by his ability to butt in. He soon showed his talent in this line for he started after the Freshmen’s mascot, a Teddy bear. ninety-three and soon enjoyed a dainty repast for the first contest ended 32-3 in favor of the seniors. Then the Junior mascot, a mad little fox terrier, feeling a little vicious, attacked the Sophomore’s dainty little girl in Alice Blue; accordingly she was seized violently with hydrophobia and the battle ended 23-2 with the Juniors at the skiddoo end. The intermission was then filled by an interesting program during which the Seniors condescended to throw off all dignity and indulge in rope jumping with the Freshmen. But this soon ended and a mighty struggle ensued between the goat and the terrior, otherwise known as Seniors and Juniors. However, contrary to all expectations, the goat had stomach trouble as a result of eating the Teddy bear, otherwise Freshmen, and was unable to cope with the vicious, speedy little Junior terrier. Sad to say, but true, trie Seniors lost, 24-8. Revised Version of Twenty Third Psalm The pony is my helper, I shall not flunk. He maketh me to have good translations and leadeth me to much glory, He raiseth my standing and leadeth me in the path of knowledge for credits’sake. Yea, though I plod thru my books of German, I have no fear. For thou art with me, thy art and thy words comfort me, Thou preparest my lessons for me in spite of my teachers. Thou crowneth my head with fame, my morals run high Surely applause and recognition shall follow me all the days of my life. And the pony shall dwell in my house forever. P g ? ninety-four Street Car Conductor: Move up in front! Fritz Weitzel: I second the motion. Waiter: What’s yours? Raymond B.’07: Oh, 1 guess you can bring me something soft, a dish of ice cream will be all right. Waiter (smiling): 1 guess you had better go to a drug store. McWhorter: After this, Mr. Simmons, I wish you would prepare your Virgil lesson oftener than every other day. A new disease has recently been discovered similar to St. Vitus dance. What is the nature of the plague? Why, they get up and make motions. Never tell Fraulein you forgot your book. The gag is too old for comfort. Did Miss Caplin ever tell you not to worry about your chemistry? No, I never heard her say so. Well, ask Mabel Mills. Never speak of suction to Britzius. Why not? You'll see the lemon later on. Never speak about PEANUTS in the chemistry class. It makes Miss Caplin hungry. Mr. Britzius has also discovered a new disease: Fever of Stagnation of the brain. Fie prescribes goose eggs for the malady. Of all dire threats we ever heard, the worst was this: Take out that bird. Page ninety-five We print the following query in the hope that some reader can answer same. Ann-oka minisota der sir Apr. I, 1907 i tak my pen in han tu ask if this word pantanencephalia hass anyting tu du vit the grat mister Britzius of jur skul. mister B. ha come from this plass and i tel ju, we skul all feel mighty fine if this word hass somting tu du wit mister B. he is fine big feller. this iss all from jurs truly Nora Lena Peterson Anoka, minn. THE VERY IDEA Said a Prof., whose name was Paul Heard: It has frequently to me occurred. That my parents so keen Might have called me Paul Seen, For a child should be seen and not heard. Come on Britzius, get up to date, instead of handing us a goose egg, why don’t you hand us a lemon ? n Do you know why they didn’t elect Wash to the Annual Staff? No. Well, they gave the Annual a 'Wash' last year, alright, but the graft this year was’t considered large enough to stand another ' Wash.' Funny what a musical bunch the Juniors are, isn’t it ? Musical, how do you account for that? Why, havn’t you noticed that every time the Seniors want any music fifteen minute period, they have to go and patiently haul back their piano from B room. n Did you ever take history of Marvin ? 11 Yes, and just as often as she gave me a smile she also gave me a minus. Ah me! how true was Hamlet, when he said : 'meet it is 1 set it down, that one may smile, and smile, and be a villian.' Did you notice that Earl Bell and Ed. Watson, each, took a little Freshie to the first Senior social ? Well boys, far be it from us to say anything about it, but really we thot that when a lad reached his Senior year that he had learned not to Rob Cradles. Page ninety- ! A SCHOLAR Pity the scholar Compelled thru school, To live up to a reputation When he is only a fool. The extreme politeness of the French is well-known, hence, when Mme. Didier wishes order, she says: I beg of you to have the kindness to be a little more quiet. It is plainly seen that Mme. is new in Central. The hours 1 spent with thee, dear Mac, Have left their record on my card. I count them over every one My Uncle Mac, my Uncle Mac. Doesn’t Karl Doolittle? Stand back ! Raymond Butts. Can Fred Cook? Say, but ain’t Arthur Green ? Who does Wellington Love? Can you hear Helen Coffin ? Hands off! Myrtle Burns. Why is Helen Brown ? What kind of stock does Herbert Brand ? Just listen to Margaret Ball (bawl.) When did George Blossom ? What made Robert Speedy? What is Butterworth ? Isn’t Harriet Steam ? When did Ethel Shippam ? What made Jessie White ? My! isn’t Vivian Wise? Why don’t Carlyle Wash? Did you see Robert Rowan (rowing.) Isn’t Ernest Uggla (ugly.) Uncle Mac, Mr. Britzius, Mr. Osborne, Mr. Thomas and Professor took advantage of their wives' absence not long ago, and went to see the (College) Widow. Not being satisfied with such a rash act, they had- o inveigle Boss Hayward and Lepetit Doane into going with them. Ah, these frivolous teachers ! Page ninety eve n The silver tongued orator Elmer McMullan. Who’d think it? Klepper’s initials are 1. C. Why should Klepper go into the grain business ? Because he has some Comstock to begin with. Charles Demarest and Earl Corry the apple brothers. Corry and C. D. Bresky the brow-beating Beowulf of baseball in his hand was thirty men’s grapple. Fifty cents, please. WITH AFOLOG1ES TO HAMLET To cheat or not to cheat, that’s the question Whether tis nobler in the mind to be honest And get a goose egg in our lessons Or, use a pony and surprise the rest Thus would we end the heartache and the many other troubles That study causes tis a consumation devoutly to be wished, To sleep, to dream, Ah, of some pleasant thing! Instead of talking Virgil in our sleep, But, Oh, the test! What things might happen when we take the test And have no pony, must give us pause Thus tests do make cowards of us all ! And thus the native hue of resolution To be good and study o’er takes us. And we get our lessons. TO OUR UNCLE Do you think that you’d feel better If you’d rest a month or two ? Do you think we’d feel badly If you do Skidoo ? Do you think you’d be more pleasant. Could you smile as we passed by? If you think a rest would do it, Why don’t you try ? Why don’t you try? The freshie works for fear he flunks The Soph cares not a fig The Junior thinks he’ll change his course The Seniors Ah they dig. Page ninety-right - A FEW RULES OF ETIQUETTE In Literature— If you are having a test, it is not considered good taste, by the teacher, to visit with your neighbor. In Chemistry— It is very careless to keep your book open when you are on the back seat. Going thru the Book-Keeping Hall— Don’t be so careless as to talk, laugh or otherwise attract attention. Though you may not remember, it is well to always try to keep in mind that Mr. Thomas is extremely sensitive regarding such things. Lastly and don’t forget. Always speak to your teachers when you see them on the street. It’s the little things that count, on our cards. Had 1 but known four years ago This deep unrest this weight of woe Had 1 but seen thru these four years— Ah, me! Had 1 but felt as I do now. These furrowed wrinkles on my brow From over study; I vow No seeds of learning had 1 sown Had 1 but known. No cord of music has yet been found To even equal that sweet sound. Which to my mind all else surpasses The five-minute bell in Chemistry classes. Here’s to the smile that lies in Uncle’s eyes And lies, and lies, and lies. One reason we accomplish so much in our class meetings is that our chubby waisted president is such a fluent and pithy speaker. “Keep in your own row, when you move back your own row, I say, or I will say take your books and go home I have the privilege, you know.” Who said that? Can’t you guess? Page ninety-nine How much work and energy does it take to hatch a Britzius goose egg? Answer. One flunkowat. Why is Bengston like a chololate cream? Answer. Sweet’n Brown. Resolved That the cast of characters of the class play is “too Green. Some people think that Dell Bengston’s eyes are getting Brown. LOST Lost—Ten hours sleep, finder please return to Ray Butts. Lost My sense of humor, finder please return to Mr. Andrews. Lost— A Virgil pony, finder please return to E. Comstock Klepper. Lost—Some good common sense, finder return to Earle Bell. Julian Farnam brought some of his noted chocolate creams to school the other day but we didn’t get any as they all disappeared in the Pond. FAVORITE SONGS Absence makes the heart grow fonder Art Green. Oh for a man! (sion in the skys)B- Holtz. Tis sad to love and then to lose K. Gilmore. Alice where art thou going? Jack Nichols. Wearin’ of the green Uncle Mac. Go way back and sit down Ray Butts. Now for (The Dear Old Farm).- Ernest Uggla. It grieves us to acknowledge that our business manager (R. B.) should get a poor little unsophisticated Freshie excited by telling her that her name was too hard to pronounce and that she should change it to an easier one his for instance. Miss Williams: After Swift’s uncle died, where did he go? It is to be regretted that Elmer MacMullen was not re-elected treasurer, he manages the Nichols so well. If we had four more Nichols our class would be like thirty cents; as it is, it seems like it came from the ten cent store. Page one hundred Seniors are supposed to have reached the acme of wisdom, yet I am afraid our class is two Green. Did you know John intends to be a Miller? At least he is in regular attendance at the Mills. When one becomes a Senior, he thinks he’s wise enough To never study any, but fuss, get up and bluff — But when he reaches Chemistry his bluff he soon does quit For Miss Holtz quickly cures him with Mister, you may sit. A bargain in Ponies: Any member in Uncle Mac’s classes. Why is it that pupils on the back seat in second period French want written tests? Ask Mary. Oh, never use a pony What ever else you do For ponies carry tails, you know And they might tell on you. 1st Senior: Who is that pretty little Sophomore girl, who waits out on the radiator after school every day? 2nd Senior: Ask Butts. If Hoyt would ward off some of the insinuations about his ability as a Latin shark he might make Goodspeed in the accomplishment of his ideal. Oh, by the way, have you signed Mac’s Latin Pledge yet? 1st Flunker: What disease has Mr. Heard? 2nd Flunker: I don’t know. What is it? 1st Flunker: Why Paul C. 2nd Flunker: I wonder if it is catching. 1st Flunker: You bet it is, if you are skipping periods. The harpy is a gay old bird Who’s temper is short and jerky, He’s fond of pork and beans I’ve heard But not of Christmas turkey. Maybe R. G. B. doesn’t live up to his ideals, but he certainly lives up to his name. Page one hundred and one The Senior Slammer Classified Want Ads WANTED Some one to shake dice with me 111. period. R. S. 07. FOR SALE—A few copies left of that famous work 'A Would-be Masher or Bob Storms the Animated Fashion Plate. WANTED—Someone to supply me with Ice Cream Sedas during vacation. Ethel H. 07 WANTED A chaperon for Hall Weld and Hazell Orcult. WANTED A stand in with all the teachers. Mabelle Sessions. WANTED A reliable school girl to wash dishes. Hayward and Brennan Cafe. ANNOUNCEMENT—when in doubt about a girl for the next Senior Social, see me. 1 succeed where others fail. RoyC. ‘07 ANNOUNCEMENT—Fusaera Attention Am now prepared to give com- I plete instruction in all branches cf Fussing and Spooning, including the latest Park Bench. Cosy-corner and Hammock methods. Satisfaction guaranteed as I oversee all instruction personally. No references required. Mile. Flo. N. ‘07. WANTED.— Some one acquainted with light housekeeping to act as a beacon light for the class. WANTED.— Hazel Ronner wants her quarter-back. ______________________________ LATIN SUDENTS: We beg to announce that we are the owners and managers of the most up-to-date livery in the city. Virgil Hunkers are urged to give us a trial. We have the best of references from such sharks as Bill Bailey. Henry Brucholtz and John Kendall. Try us once and you will never change. Woodward, Stern, Sherwood Co. WANTED.— A pony to take me over the rough roads to Caesar. WANTED.—An elevator to raise us up into the elevating influence of third floor. Appy to a third floor hiker. WANTED.— To know what the boss docs the sixth period. WANTED. About fifty more students in H room to fill up vacant seats. WANTED.- A new cooffee-pot. Mrs. Brennan. WANTED.— Someone to invest a bluffing method which is sure and lasting. A first-class one that was never used. Not the kind that is transpar. ent, but perfectly reliable in every way. Apply to C. C. H. S. WANTED. Immediately, a young pony with a straight tale and strong fighting powers. It is desirable that the animal should be re(a)d, but no feed is needed, as there is a cook in our neighborhood that notices all things; a staunch member of the Humane Society and always attends to animals in distress, especially ponies. There is a Hayward near. Apply to Miss Irma Itt. C. H. S. WANTED. A new dictionary superior to Webster’s; compiled under the direct supervision of the principal of ■ H room. C. H. S. By Mr. Hayward’s English Classes. Voo Late For Classification. FOR RENT.—Some bright ideas. Apply to C. H. S. WANTED.—Some brand new originals for Miss Hendrix’s geometry classes. FOR SALE OR EXCHANGE.—Cheap; some goose eggs; real fresh, from Miss Case’s English class. FOR SALE. A place to stand by Miss Case’s desk at any of her vacant periods. Boys only need apply. WANTED. A lease of life to the heart of Lucile Goodspeed. Hoyt Woodward. Page one hundred and iwo f Harry McCall John Kendall Central High School Debating Team Debate football player works harder during a game than a debater does in rebuttal nor does he train harder in preparation than a debater does for his constructive argument. For the debater the sinews of the contest are facts. Instead of physique his prerequisite is brains. Brains alone do not win a debate nor facts alone; nor brains and facts together. Even these with training added may lose. They may, even when winning, fail to prevent what is worse than defeat— disgrace to team and school. As the want of true love of sport may mar a game and dis- Page one hundred and three grace a player so want of real truthseeking may mar a debate and disgrace a speaker. As the stress of a contest on the gridiron brings out the yellow streak of the coward or the quitter, so in debate the heat of argument brings out the want of the real truth seeking instinct and discloses the moral obliguity that would establish truth by untruth. In the end truth must prevail and generally that debater will win out who has an inborn or an acquired passion for precise fact, clean-cut thought, and lucid expression. The ability to take either side of the question is quite consistent with honest thought habit when a question has two sides. To be unable to do so is evidence of narrowness and prejudice. It is in avoiding the selection of a prejudged question that the directors of the debating league find their greatest dificulty. When they fail, we find the debates going regularly negative or regularly affirmative. Central had little success this year. We lost in the first round. But the side we had lost almost without exception thruout the season. We shall try again next year. If we are given the affirmative we shall bravely try to show that the federal government ought to undertake to educate the negroes of the south. We shall dutifully try to forget, as the question bids us do, that this would be contrary to the constitution and we shall assume, as directed, that the people of the South would make no objection to being invaded by an army of Uncle Sam’s school teachers for negroes only. But if chance gives us the negative we shall of course show why the constitution ought to forbid the affirmative contention and why the people of the south ought to oppose it. The question permits us to do so and we know how to sympathize with affirmative losers. Page one hundred and four Delbert McKenzie Fred Acomb Robl. Latham Percy Waih I. Austin William . Director Albert Warren Ray Bull Otto Bresky Arthur Green Ray Kenyon Boys Glee Club 0 Social Events of the Senior Class HILE still in the Junior class we grew aweary of the oppression of the teachers and lessons and decided to go on a pilgrimage to the Land of the Privileged Seniors . Accordingly we knocked at the door of A Room and after exclaiming loudly, 22 credits , we were admitted. Now, we all understood that the Seniors were booked for good times, but soon found to our dismay that we still must study. However our president was initiated into a society called, The Good Friend’s Society and he with the members of this organization came to our aid and lightened the burdens of lessons by various entertainments. The first member of the Good Friend’s Club to entertain us was Mr. Senior Social. He gave us a dance and roller skating party at the Nicollet roller rink and every one spent a very pleasant evening. Mr. Turkey Day, a very portentious man, arranged a program in our honor as did Mr. Christmas Day. Congressman Nye was called upon to speak to us words of hope and cheer. Page one bundled and five Miss Happy Vacation arranged for two weeks of pleasure in our honor and the whole Club of Good Friends entertained us royally at various places of amusement. Soon after our return to the Hard Road and to Hard Study. Mr. January Class announced his entertainment which he said would be a Class Play. Everyone was very well pleased with the play and the actors. We Seniors were the only class that could sing Cheer up, Mary , under the great strain of study. However we knew June was not very far distant, so we had reasons to be stronger than the Junior, Sophmores or Freshman. Mr. Senior Social, number two, soon invited us to a dance at Mrs. Noble’s Hall and everyone reported having met Mr. Fine Time at the Ball. We were unusually fortunate in listening to a lecture given by a well known man. Dr. Hubbard, Vice-President of the International Peace Association, on the subject of International Peace. His motto was, In Times of Peace, Prepare for Peace. We were again fortunate in being able to hear Mr. President of Antioch College, Ohio, speak on the character of Our Beloved Abraham Lincoln. He will always be remembered as the man who pleased us so well, by both humorous stories and significant truths. Mr. Senior Social, number three, called us to his party, next, which was a dance and Roller Skating Party. Although it was Lent, many of the Class attended and all spent a very pleasant evening. Another notable member, of the Good Friend’s Club, was very kind to us toward the end of March. He gave us a Spring Vacation and during that time tried to put in our Memorial Door. We all came back to the Hard Road on Monday after Easter with a bright smile. The door was not finished, but it was only a matter of a few days before it was completed. On April nineteenth, the Alumni reception, the final stream to cross in the social events, was reached. It was the farewell party given by the Society of Good Friends to the C. H. S. Seniors and the Alumni. Several prominent men and students spoke and the Glee Club of C. H. S. rendered some fine selections. Ye Social Committee arranged a very fine program and decorated the hall very attractively. This party was the crowning glory of the social season. However, another event not to be overlooked was that given by the Juniors, who were still in the throes of oppression and in the hand of the dreaded taskmaster. It was the Junior ball, given May tenth. What a glorious time every one had, and how honored were the Seniors; the party would be hard to equal in this day and age. It was a fitting close for the Senior events and we thank the Juniors very heartily for their efforts. ETHEL SH1PPAM. Page one hundred and ix ATHLETICS Page one hundred and ieven Athletics 1VILIZATION in its evolution develops new situations, which must be assimilated. The alertness of the Yankee seizes these new changes, domiciles them and in a few years they have found a permanent place in our life. So it is with our athletics. Our contests are but a recent development and yet what a strong hold they have taken upon our school system and how the physical tasks correlates the mental tasks. Each enhancing the other. The high school course is made up of four years of work. Again in this we find five parallel courses—the Latin, Literary, Manual Training, English and Commercial. These all tend to diversify. They do not give the common footing to unite upon in a united cause. The student is here apt to get the impression that they are only a part of a big machine. All goes along day by day in a humdrum way as by rote. How nicely an enthusiastic athletic game fits in here. Hard lessons are forgotten, the tired mind turns to new and refreshing enjoyment. He cheers briskly for his team, filling his lungs with pure air, invigorating the whole body. The entire student body for the first time realize that they are one and their prestage is at stake. It brings out the patriotism and love for one’s school, not unlike that held for our country in manhood. True it is that with the newness of a game, abuses have found their way in; but as these conditions are understood, the objectional features are eliminated. The revising of football is a recent example. The American spirit is fair play, a square deal and clean sport. Our school athletic contests bring this spirit out as forcibly and perhaps more forcibly to a whole school than any other line of undertaking. Those that represent the school in the game feel that to them is entrusted the honor and standing of their school. How nobly the team struggles to vindicate this confidence by striving to their utmost to bring victory to their banner. The student body on the other hand have committed all their hope and pride in their team. The students attend the game and with vim and zest cheer on their idols. The enthusiasm is spreading and soon all are helping on the good cheer. This develops the feeling of responsibility and honor on the part of the team; while it brings out the loyalty and patriotism from Page one hundred and eight the student body. It is a popular manner of a school testing its prowess with a neighbor. Athletics, when kept strictly clean, uplift everybody that participates in them and witnesses the same. Let C. H. S. always stand for integrity in all contests and thereby keep our dear banner of red and blue unspotted and our honored name will continue to be respected and our athletes will receive the glad hand wherever they compete. H. A. BRITZIUS. Hockey OCKEY. the great Canadian game of speed and skill is on the boom. The game, played in the crisp outdoor air, with the picturesque costume of the players, with its fast combination team work and its clever dodging and checking has made it dear to the lovers of exhilarating outdoor sports The season just passed was the most successful Central has ever enjoyed in hockey, not in that the team has won the most games or netted the most money but because the greatest interest on the part of the school was manifested and because the candidates got the greatest good from the sport. Twenty-five boys were actively interested and nearly that number reported at each practice. The season started with practice at the Lake of the Isles in the open. This was unsatisfactory because of the lack of enclosing boards and goals. Consequently, thru the energetic work of the manager and the boys, the fine new Lake Shore rink on Lake Street was secured. This rink with its warming house, electric lights and entirely enclosed, was an ideal place for hockey. Here the practices were held and the games played, a small admission being charged. Minikahda was the first team to fall before Central. They were beaten twice, 8 to 4 and 16-3. The Chinooks, the fast St. Paul team of the Twin City League, was given the closest call of its season in a game on their rink. Central held the score 3 to 2 end of the first half, but an accident befell one of our men and the Chinooks won, thru a close score of 3 to 3. The team representing St. Paul Central was easily downed II to 2. East High refused to Page one hundred and nine Moltzncr Puffer Nichols Callaway Watson Stinson B ruder Tinkham Thompjon The Hocky Team play. The four remaining games of our schedule were called because of a warm spell, destroying the ice two weeks earlier than usual. At a dinner given at the windup of the season in honor of the members of the team, a social good time and a review of the winter were held. Central will have the same team next season with the exception of Stinson and Bruder. Paul Puffer will again captain the boys and even a more successful season is looked for. The following men were awarded the C. H. monogram. Willis Tinkham, goal; Ralph Watson, point; John Nichols cover point; Paul Puffer, Capt., rover; Victor Bruder, right wing, William Stinson, center; Nathan Thompson, left wing; Roy Callaway and J. Moltzner, substitutes. RALPH WATSON. Page one hundred and ten 4 Storms Hopwood Puffer Tennis Team Tennis REAT enthusiasm for tennis is being shown in all sections of the country. As long as the Davis cup. the coveted international trophy, remains in England. America is especially eager to produce talent capable of bringing this cup back to these shores, where every true American would have it stay. The more experienced players improve their playing and the younger ones strive more eagerly for first honors. This year will surely mark increased interest nationally in tennis. Heretofore, teams representing only the eastern and western championships in doubles have competed for the right to challenge the preceding year's champions for the national championship in doubles; but hereafter the south, too, is to be represented by its champion double team. So new interest will be attached to tennis in the south. The western championship tournament, for many years held in Chicago, will probably be played this year at Lake Forrest, a few miles outside of that city, the natural beauties of which will attract new players and thus make more prominent the western championship. Page one hundred and eleven Additional interest is shown each year in the interscholastic tournament at Deephaven; the number of schools represented grows larger—seven teams competed last year—and a higher standard of playing is exhibited. Central, by winning last years tournament, added a fine cup to her collection of permanent trophies. This year another cup has been presented by Mr. Ward C. Burton, who has always taken a great interest in high school tennis. Central has excellent chances of again winning the tournament. There are many experienced players in the school as only a few have been lost by graduation in the past year. From these the 1907 team, which will represent the school at Deephaven, will be selected. Therefore Central should maintain her place of supremacy in tennis. HENRY BRUCHHOLZ. The Track Team 1906 LTHOUGH Central did not win the Northwestern championship in 1906 she succeeded in turning out the best team in Minneapolis. The team worked under disadvantages but a few hard workers turned out with a good Central spirit and won second place in the Northwestern Inter-scolastic Athletic Association s annual track and field meet, St. Paul Central winning first. The team had serious disadvantages. They were forced to start the year with little apparatus, no money, and, most of all no field. The relay team of 05 became interested and offered a cup for an interclass meet which was won by the Seniors. This proved a success and did a great deal to arouse interest and set the team upon its feet. From this time, in spite of the lack of a field upon which the men could train together, they turned out a far better team than most expected. The only record made by Central last year was 9 ft. 6 in. in the pole-vault. This was made by Wesley Jennison, the plucky little athlete and earnest worker who also helped to win the indoor relay against all preparatory schools and whose untimely death comes to each of us as a personal loss. The team made up its mind that the team to follow would not start out as it had done, so the men went without their customary sweaters and left the money for the following team. They went to the park board and succeeded in getting a cinder track on the Parade and we hope that teams to follow will leave, at least, as much in the track team treasury, as did the team of 1906. RICHARD S. STONE. Capt. Page one hundred and Jwclve Putnam. Mgr. Brogle Cooley Lyford Davit Corwin Gage. Cap . Boys Basket Ball I earn Basketball 1TH each recurring year basket bail is taking 'a firmer hold upon the colleges and high schools of this country. Locally the enthusiasm was even more pronounced this season than the previous one, when Central had the greatest basket ball quint of its history. Early last fall, when the announcement was made that candidates were expected to report at a given date, the response to the invitation was simply astounding. It was an unfortunate circumstance that the previous year’s team had been composed entirely of Seniors; and that this year’s Page one hundred and thirteen team necessarily had to be made up of students who had never played together nor met the teams of any of the other schools. Roy Putnam was selected as manager, and the Lyndale gymnasium was secured for practice and for games. The team finally selected was Kennith Lyford and Clifford Corwine, guards; Richard Gage, center and captain; Adolph Brogle and Ralph Cooley, forwards; William Davis and Edmond Field, substitutes. Central played her eight scheduled games, defeating South and East High and in turn being defeated by North High and Stillwater High. The final game with Stillwater (admittedly the strongest and best team in the league) was lost by Central by a very narrow margin upon the latter’s floor. While the final outcome was not what the team or its loyal followers had in the beginning of the season predicted, we can, with some assurance, look forward to next year, and indulge at least in the hope that the basket ball team will land the pennant. With four of this year’s players remaining on the team, and William Davis to take the place of Brogle, who graduates, the advantage of the team work this year and the experience acquired, ought to prove an assistance to the red and blue at the very outset of next season. The loyalty of the students of dear old Central, even in defeat, inspired the quint to new endeavors. Again and again was this loyalty, this spirit of sportsmenship (so characteristic of Central) evinced. It inspired the boys; it made them fight all the more fiercely; it nerved them to new endeavors and midst the ringing shouts of their school mates, they never lost heart nor abandoned hope until the final call of time. Cottrell Cahaley, captain of the 1905-1906 champion team, aided much in rounding the new material into shape. It was no easy task to take five new players and instruct them in the finer points of the game and at the same time dovelop the team work so essential in rounding out a well balanced team. In this work he was materially assisted by Clyde Corwine, a former student of Central. Both of these gentlemen deserve credit for the time and work put in and for their willingness in accompanying the team on its trips abroad. It was on these trips away from home that the boys upheld the honor of the red and blue, and showed the material of which the team is composed. A pleasant journey was made to Delano, Minnesota, and a close and interesting game was played with the High School of that town. The next visit was made to Menominee, Wisconsin, where the high school of that city was met upon a floor as large as our University floor. While the Menominee team won. Page one hundred and fourteen Central made a showing that was not only creditable but was favor-ibly commented upon by those who witnessed the game. The final contest away from home was played with Shattuck at Faribault. It took some nerve to play that game as the Shattuck five were veterans, and playing upon their own floor before a home audience. We were informed, more than once by the enthusiastic followers of the home team that the U Freshmen, the Pillsbury Academy, the North Side High School of Minneapolis and many of the other fast teams of the state had gone down to defeat before the mighty warriors of Shattuck. With the Central spirit of do or die the boys went into the game with a rush and completely took their opponents off their feet and never lagging and never letting up for a moment defeated them. ROY W. PUTNAM. Page ooe hundred and Sheen Whitney Von Fade Smith Lee Dutton Chipxan Ford McIntyre Central High Girls' Basketball Team Girls’ Basketball ASKETBALL has become one of the chief sources of enjoyment in the school life of the Central girls. They early recognized the benefits derived from the game and were among the first to organize a team. With their usual energy and perseverance they have succeeded year after year in gaining the inter-scholastic championship. With the splendid record of previous years before them and the determination to uphold that record and win the same honors for the school, the girls, during the years of ’06 -’07, started out with great hopes altho hampered by the lack of trained players. Of the forty girls who came for the first practice only a few knew the game. Under the skillful training of Howard Kayser, teams were organized and coached until each girl knew the essentials of basketball. The games and scores were as follows: Agriculture School 5, Central 7; Pillsbury Academy (Owatonna) 9, Central 26; Alumni (C. H.S.) 14. Central 31; St. Paul (C. H.S.) 8, Central 36; University 34, Central 3; 1 Stanley Hall 1 1, Central 1 5; II Stanley Hall 9.Central 10. Much of the success of the team and its victories is due to the untiring zeal and interest of Miss Ellen E. McGregor, as man ager, and Mr. Kayser, as coach. WINNIE CHAPMAN. P«gr oo hundred and uxlcrn Page one hundred and leventeen McDaniel Huffman Moore Weil Acomb Coach Morae McLean Tobin Kelao Nicholi Porter Allen Longfellow Sundby Tinkham Lewi Brown Putnam Bretky Barnard Green. Capt. Craig CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL TEAM 06 Football HIS is a day and age of progression; at every turn we see men working in an attempt to improve upon that which we have but with which we are not content. This may be said to be true in nearly every branch of civilization and includes all things, great and small. For some time the enthusiasts and promoters of football were not satisfied with the game as it was being played, claiming that the play was not open enough and that there were many unnecessary dangers to the players safety. The new code of rules now in force are the outgrowth of this discontent. 1 o a spectator of football as it was played during the last season, it is quite evident that some wise and valuable improvements have been made. To the people in the stands the game has a prettier and more interesting appearance; the forward pass, when well played, is a very unique play and has a spectacular effect. The new rules as a whole are suggestive of many new plays, such as line shifting, fake kicks, etc., which give a lively appearance and help make the game mpre interesting to the rooters. The old mass plays have been done away with, so that now the result of the game depends upon speed, energy and scientific plays, with a quick execution of the latter rather than upon weight and the strength of individual men. When once the rules are settled down again and are well learned by coach and players they will surely be better and more satisfactory than the old code. The rule which at the present time seems to need a slight change is the one known as the ten yard rule. To the rooter ten yards may not seem a great distance, but to the team that has to gain it, it is a great deal and it takes much hard work to get over it. The principal object of the new rules is to eliminate, as far as possible, all rough playing and yet such a rule has been forced upon the player, which if he is an earnest and patriotic one will only cause him to become more reckless of himself and to fight harder against his opponent in his attempt to help his team gain the required distance. That such a measure is apt to result in more bruises and grueling plays than is necessary is quite evident to anyone who stops to think it over. The necessary changes, however, I believe will come in time, but no matter what they will be, football is the best game in the list of American sports which shows what kind of material a young man is made of, for a coward will never become a successful football player. ARTHUR W. GREEN. Capt. ’06 Page one hundred and eighteen Football by Coach Morse (HE foot ball season of 1906 was in many respects very unsatisfactory, the fine record of 1905 not being equalled in any respect. The interest of the student body in the success of the team had fallen off considerably, due largely to the abolishment of mass meetings, and this lack of interest permeated the team and prevented the fine display of enthusiasm which was so manifest during the season of 1905. The team started practice under Captain Arthur Green and Coach Frank Morse on Sept 4 with five nCn men back and it was hoped that, with these men as a nucleus a second championship team could be built up. During the first week of practice the hopes of those interested in the team were at the highest point, as a large and constantly increasing squad turned out for practice and most of them gave promise of becoming good foot ball players. In order to lead up to the series of events which so completely destroyed all changes of a championship team at Central, it is necessary to discuss the source from which they arose and this brings in the Board of Appeals. It is customary for this board composed of the high school principals and the Superintendent of Schools to consider the eligibility of men participating in high school foot ball and to make rules for the governing of the teams. During September of each year this board always debars from three to a dozen men who show promise of becoming good foot ball material and justify their action by pointing to some rule they have previously passed. Sometimes it is a stretch of imagination to fit the rule to the case, but the decision of this board is final and they may pass any necessary or unnecessary rule they wish. The season 19C6 was no exception and on September 10, the board decided that paid coaches must be done away with. This left the team without a coach and very nearly caused it to disband. The board gave as a reason for this rule that in some instances Athletic Associations were unable to pay their coaches and considerable trouble arose in trying to raise money for that purpose. It was stated by one principal that business men complained to high school authorities that they were repeatedly dunned for funds to support High School foot ball. This argument falls rather flat when it is known that but one team in the last five years has had a large deficit and this statement includes all the high schools. Page one hundred and nineteen Coaches have always been paid at Central with money derived from the games and it has never in the last six years been necessary to ask for outside financial assistance. The no paid coach rule raised such a storm of disapproval that it was hoped it would be repealed and on the 1 7th of September, coaching was resumed at Central. The loss of a weeks practice at such a time had set the team back considerably and it was with a great deal of difficulty that things were again started toward making a winning team. The Board of Appeal announced on Sept. 2 1 that paid coaches were allowable but the salary was limited to $50.00. This munificient sum was to be paid to a man for doing what is in every sense of the word, highly skilled labor, working 2 or 3 hours per day for five days in the week for 12 weeks. A coach has complete charge over 20 or 30 boys who endeavor to the best of their ability to carry out his wishes and it is necessary for any man, who intends to do his best, to devote considerable time in preparing a system of play which if correctly carried out will win games. No good or desirable coach who intends to do his work thuroughly would coach for such a price and most of the high school coaches signified their intention of resigning. The Central coach did resign and this left the team without any coach a second time. The boys continued with their practice and on Sept. 28 met the Alumni. This game resulted in a 0 to 0 score and the team showed plainly their lack of coaching which was so essential under the new rules. The somewhat ragged play and lack of team work showed that some kind of coaching was necessary and so after a weeks absence the coach was prevailed upon to work for the salary offered. The boys however were discouraged by the frequent interruptions and Schroeder was compelled to withdraw for a time, which was a heavy blow to the team and it looked as if it would be impossible to mold a team in the short time left. Everybody settled down to work and in two weeks things looked brighter and when on Oct. 1 2, St. Cloud Normal met defeat, it looked as tho Central was to have a second championship team. The score in this game was 18 to 0 and it was a clean cut victory. Central adhering to the old style of play and using no formations. The team journeyed to St. Cloud on Oct. 20 and defeated the High School team of that place 21 to 0. It was raining and the field was a sea of mud, but the boys worked fast and hard and altho outweighed, they got the better of their opponents at every position. After this game the team settled down to a week of hard practice preparatory to the game with South High which came on Oct. 26. Tobin the star of the backfield was declared ineligable Page one hundred and twenty. for this game and thus the team was deprived from using one of its mainstays, this combined with a feeling of over-confidence brought about the first defeat for two years by a score of I 1 to 0. This defeat being entirely unexpected and after previous discouragements, tended to dishearten the team but they worked with dogged persistence in hopes of defeating North High. It was at this time that the unsatisfactory work of the Board of Appeals was shown. From some source the rumor reached the Board that Herman Schroeder was over 2 1 years of age thus making him ineli-gable. He was ordered to cease playing but determined not to do so without a struggle and so he presented a sworn statement in the form of an affadavit that he was under 21. He also got a letter from his parents stating that his age was under 21. For some reason known, only to the Board, this conclusive proof was held insufficient and he was not allowed to participate in any of the games. Under these disheartening conditions it was impossible to arouse very great enthusiasm in the team but they were imbued with a never quit spirit and resolved to try their hardest to defeat their old rivals. Central clearly outplayed North but they failed to take advantage of their oppurtunities and lost 4 to 0, North scoring on a goal from field. But one game remained and that was with East High who had defeated both North and South, so the chances for a Central victory were rather dubious but with a determination to do their best, the boys went into the game and played with all their energy putting up a fine exhibition, altho a goal from the field in the last minute of play robbed them of a well earned victory, 9 to 6. This game brought to a close a season, which, perhaps was the most disasterous that a Central team has ever passed thru and should the Board of Appeal continue in their present course, it is painfully evident that high school foot ball is to to be legislated out of existance as it is impossible to develop foot ball teams without coaches and favorable conditions. Paul Tobin has been elected captain for 1907 and if the Board of Appeal will consider the saying Anything worth doing at all, is worth doing well and encourage rather than discourage High School foot ball, we will have a very successful season this fall. FRANK L MORSE. page onr hundred and Iwecly one Shears Hopwood. Capt. __ Vanstrum McKenzie Douglas Kent Jumper Tobin Bowman Brcsky. Mgr. Courtney Ross Ford Central High Baseball Team Baseball HE baseball season of 1907 opened with magnificent prospects. At the first call thirty - five promising candidates turned out to show their ability. These men with daily practice developed speed, head work and accuracy. As a result a fast team was built up. The catching department is taken care of by Tobin and McKenzie. The pitching staff is composed of Shears, a southpaw; Ross, who also plays third and Kent, who when not in the box plays an out-field position. Shortstop is well taken care of by Ford. First base is held down by Hopwood. Second base by Bresky and the third sack by Ross and Douglass, who also plays a field position. The out-fielders are Courtney, Hall, Van-strum, Kane and Spencer. The 1907 schedule, the best in years includes: East High, April 26; Mechanic Arts (a suburb team hailing from St. Paul) Page one hundred and iwenty-two May 3; South High, May 10; North High. May 17; Spencer, Iowa, at Spencer, May 23; Shattuck, at Faribault, June 1. After five years of patient waiting the Central baseball team at last have realized a long hoped for dream, which has been fulfilled by the purchase of brand new suits. Surely with such magnificent robes of blue and red they should wipe the schedule as clean as a tin whistle. Here’s hoping that they do it. OTTO BRESKY, Mgr. Page one Hundred and tweniy-three McGregor. Manager Angel Smith Tunnel I Chapman McIntyre Junior Team, Inter-Class Champions Page one hundred and twenty-four Henry Bruchholz, Valedictorian Florence Allen. Salutatorian Page one hundred and twenty-five Miss Grace A. Williams 1 eacher in Senior Literature One whom the students delight to honor Page one hundred and twenty-six Charlotte Lilienthal. as Portia Mis El-anor Holtz Under whose direction the Sent r data play was given. Page one hundred and twenty seven Davit Mills Li r. ton Schaefer Whitney Humphreys Shippam Waters Sutherland Sanborn Jaqua Miller Traux Van Vliel Brown Demarest McCallum FLOWER GIRLS Prologue to Class Play Seniors, Alumni, Minneapolitans, Lend me your ears. And list this day while we unfold A tale that never yet was told. How Portia, fair and wise was she. Did bring Knave Shylock to his knee. This sport who dared to back St. Paul And rob Antonio of his all; His bride his wealth of football locks, Place Senior honor in the stocks. We ll show you how this wretch was done. Done to the death! How Central won. In tragic scenes we will portray Our joys and sorrows of that day. Your tears will start and eyes o’er flow When you, our Senior troubles know. Perchance you’ll be provoked to mirth; Some portions surely are of earth. But we’re apt to soar, as the end draws near And we offer to you with never a fear Our transposition of Lord Bacon’s test. Kind friends the cast will tell the rest. JOHN C. KENDALL. Page one hundred and twenty-eight Merchant of Venice Slightly Revised and Modernized PRESENTED BY THE June Class of 1907 Reprinted by the kind permission of the Record Printing Company of Cedar Rapids, Iowa Page one hundred and Iwenly- DRAMATIS PERSON E The Duke of Minneapolis - Antonio, a Senior, and Captain of the High School Football Team f assanio, his friend and suitor to Portia - Gratiano, another friend -Shylock. a wealthy gambler - Tubal, friend to Shylock and Captain of the St. Paul Central High School Team - Launcelot Gobbo, servant to Shylock - The Professor, X-ray photographer .... Policeman - ...... Portia, a rich heiress ..... Nerissa, her friend ...... John Kendall lnnis Adams Arthur Green Russell Baker Verne Green Jessica, Shylock's ward Mrs. {JJakcr, a teacher Polly, Portia’s maid hoothall Players Roy McDaniels Dell Bengston Arthur Kohler Fred Fowler Charlotte Lilienthol Helen Brown Charlotte Feely Katherine Dibble Dorothy Brow’n Senior Roys Freshmen Girls Margaret Davis Hildur Linton Leona Shaffer Stella Jaqua Muriel Flumphreys Clara Demarest Helen Waters Ethel Shippam Katherine Whitney Clara Sutherland Marion McCallum Elsa Sanborn Dorothy Brown Hazel Willis Margaret Truax Mabel Mills Leotta Van Vleet Marguerite Millar Under the direction of Miss Eleanor Holtz Page one hundred and thirty ACT I. Scene: Jl Street in Minneapolis Enter jlntonio, assanio and Qratiano Bass.—In sooth, I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me; you say it makes you tired; but whether I caught it, found it, begged, borrowed or stole it, what stuff ’tis made of, whereof tis hatched, I am to learn. And such a blamed chump, sadness makes of me, that I have much ado to know myself. Ant.—Your mind is tossing on the gridiron; there where our football team, with well directed punt and center smash, has overpeered so many rival teams. Surely you’re not afraid we ll lose the great Thanksgiving game! Bass.— Believe me, no. I thank my fortune for it, that with such a captain as Antonio, our success is assured. Not in all Minneapolis can such another team be found. Gra.—Why, then your heart must be failing you because of the near examinations. Bass.—What! Me? Examinations! 1 always am excused. Gra.— Why, then, you arc in love. Bass.—Get out! Gra.—But if not football, nor yet examinations, what aught else can there remain but love? And if not love, what mean these long-drawn sighs, this loss of appetite, this reckless impudence to Uncle Mac? Jint.—And that reminds me, good Bassanio, I found this roll of paper on your desk. 7)assanio tries to grab paper but is restrained by Gratanio. Antonio reads.) 1Dearest: During your absence from school, my heart has pined for you like a small boy after a soda fountain. Your presence gives me courage to stand up against the fierce assaults of my faithful and beloved teachers. When you are absent, my heart is gone, and I have no strength to battle against this cold, pitiless world. Come back, ere I perish. With my heart’s fondest affections, 1 am yours. {Bassanio. Gra.—(Grabbing and opening locket in Bassanio's watch chain.) And show us this, Bassanio. Whose photograph is this? Gra. Ant.—By the great Miss Ferguson! It’s Portia. Bass.—Well, fellows. I’ll have to acknowledge it. I am in love. Gra. Ant.—Congratulations, old boy! Bass.—Congratulations are not in order yet. Gra.—Why, what’s the matter? Haven’t you asked her yet? Ant.—Maybe he has asked her, and that’s what’s the matter. Bass.—You are right, Antonio; I have asked her, but the asking doesn’t win her. Gra. — Why not? Who’s your rival? Bass.—I have no rival, but Fate and Portia’s father have conspired against me. Listen, “and let me such a gruesome tale unfold. Twill even make your youthful blood run cold. An e’en thy football hair incline. To stand like quills upon the porcupine. Portia’s father when he died, did leave this stern decree. P«8« one hundred � nd thirty-one {Produces paper and reads.) “My daughter Portia is a maid most learned, Latin to her is as her mother tongue. In mathematics she has great delight. Science she knows, and all the high school lore. And since well known it is to all the world That love and peace can never lasting be Unless they have for base secure and firm A knowledge of the language of old Rome, I do ordain and publish this decree: Three caskets shall be made, strong, iron bound. And in these several caskets shall be placed Examinations on these subjects three: Caesar, the foremost man of all the world, Virgil, who did of brave Eneas sing, And Cicero, the noblest Roman of them all. Then, he who fain would win my daughter's hand. Must of the caskets three make solemn choice. And the examination which he thus doth draw. Must straightway take, and gain An average of ninety-five per cent; Moreover must this work be done alone. Save for the presence cf a teacher learned.” Ant.—Well, that gets me I Qra.—How much Latin have you had, Bassanio? Bass—I've been in the class four years. Gra.—Then you'll have no trouble. Bass.—But 1 don’t know any Latin. I was just in the class. Ant.—Well, old boy, that’s hard. Gra.—Can’t you start in and learn now? You'll never learn any younger. And we’ll help you all we can. Why, we’ll get Brucholtz and Bailey to coach you Bass.—Learning is out of the question. 1 have not the patience nor yet the time. The wide world is not ignorant of her worth. The four winds blow in from every coast, renowned suitors for fair Portia’s hand. And as for coaching, it would do no good, for, as I have said, the work must be done alone; and under the supervision of a teacher. Qra. Alone? Docs the decree say alone? Then use a pony. Ant. That’s the racket I You’ve a noble head, Cratiano. Bass. But will that go? How can I use a pony if a teacher is watching me? Gra. But don't you see, the decree doesn’t prohibit the use of a pony. It simply says ’alone’ and to guard against the possible objections of the teacher, use our old trick which has carried us safely through so many horrible exams. Take it in beneath your tunic, and hide it under your desk. Bass. — But what will Portia think. Gra. Docs she love you ? Bass. 1 cannot tell, but I do know that sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages. And oh, my friends, had I but the learning to compete with her more gifted suitors, 1 have a mind presages me such luck that I should questionless be fortunate. Ant. But since you have not the learning, there is nothing for it but a pony. Bass. - Yes, I see, but now comes the question, where can I get a pony, or rather ponies, as I shall need three. Have you any, Cratiano, or you, Antonio? Page one hundred and thirty-two Gra.— No, I never use one. 1 don’t take Latin. Ant. —I have none either, but 1 think 1 can get you one. We football players need such a thing occasionally in our business. Now there is an old fellow by the name of Shylock, a former player on the St. Paul Central team, who was disabled in a game some years ago. Since then he has made a fortune by betting on games, and renting ponies to football players, who have no time to get their lessons in any other way. However, there will be one serious objection to our getting the pony from Shylock. Football players seldom, if ever, get past Caesar. Consequently, Shylock would not be apt to have any but a Caesar pony. Should he not have a Virgil or Cicero pony, your only chance of winning Portia lies in choosing the Caesar casket. But here comes Shylock. Leave this deal to me. {Enter Shylock) How goes it, friend Shylock ? {Shylock nodi and passes Antonio) Hold, Shylock, I would speak with you. {Shylock turns and approaches) Good Shylock. 1 would rent of you three ponies; one fer Caesar, one for Virgil, and one for Cicero. Can 1 get them at the usual rates or have you raised the price ? Shy.—The price? Did I ever charge you more than was right? Ant. Well, that’s a matter of opinion. However, we’ll not discuss that now. 1 want to rent three ponies for one month. Can you let me have them? Shy. But 1 have neither Virgil nor Cicero ponies. Football players never get that far. Ant. I was afraid of that. But can you let me have the Caesar? Why do you hesitate? You shall have your money in advance, if you wish. Shy. Senior Antonio, many a time and oft, upon the football field, you have rated me about my ponies and my gambling; still I have borne it with a patient shrug, for sufferance is a virtue much admired. Well, then it now appears you need my help. You come to me as---------------- Jlnt.—O come off! I come to you as a Senior who wants to rent a pony, and to pay you for it. Shy. Why, look you how you storm! 1 would be friends with you and have your love, forget the shames that you have stained me with, supply your present want, and take no doit of payment for my pony, and you will not hear me. This is kindness 1 offer. Ant. Surely this is a kindness. But you’ll not lend it to me unless 1 give you some security. Shy. This kindness will I show. Go with me to the notary, seal me there your single bond, and in a merry sport, if you return me not the pony on such a day, in such a place expressed in the condition, let the forfeiture be nominated for—an equal pound of your fair hair, to be cut off next your brain. Ant. Content, begosh! I’ll seal to such a bond, and say there is much kindness in the gambler. Bass.—You shall not seal such a bond for me. 1 will rather dwell in my necessity. For if you lose your hair, we lose the great Thanksgiving game. Gra.— That’s what, Antonio. Ant.—Why, fear not, men, 1 shall not forfeit it. Within the next two weeks, and that’s two weeks before the bond expires, you can return the pony. Shy.- By the Great Britzius! How suspicious these fellows are, whose own hard dealings teach them to suspect the very thoughts of others. Pray you tell me this; if he should break his day, what would 1 gain by the exaction of Page one hundred and thirty-ihree the forfeiture? You do misjudge me seriously. 1 say, to buy his favor 1 extend this friendship. If he will have it so; if not, adieu, and for my love I pray you wrong me not. Ant. Come boys, let’s go. (7b Bass.) You see your only chance now lies in drawing the Caesar casket. Bass.- I believe l m beginning to realize that fact. If 1 draw not the Caesar, 1 flunk. Ant. Well, Shylock, adieu. One hour hence. I’ll meet you at the notary’s. (Exit all but Shylock) Shy.— How like a dirty football crank he looks I 1 hate him, because of his fine playing, he has beaten the teams I’ve bet upon, and made me lose much precious money, but more, because of his conceited airs, he has stolen the heart of my rich ward, Jessica, whom I desire to wed. If I can give it to him in the neck, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates the trade of gambling, and he rails even there where gamblers most do congregate, on me, my winnings, and my well won thrift, which he calls spoils. Cursed be my profession if I forgive him. But I must to the notary’s. Exit. ACT II. Scene : A Room in ‘Portia ‘s House Enter Portia and l Ccrissa bor. By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is aweary of this great world. Net. You would be, my dear, if your miseries were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are. Were I as favored as you, I should be anything but weary of the world. Have you not servants, and fine clothes, and an automobile, and popularity, and good looks, and the handsomest of suitors to choose from ? Por. Oh, dear, that word choose. Although the house has been overrun with suitors for the past two weeks, 1 may neither choose whom 1 would, nor refuse whom I dislike. So is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father. Is it not hard, Nerissa, that I cannot choose one, nor refuse none ? Her.— Your father was ever virtuous; and holy men at their deaths have good inspirations; therefore these examinations which he hath devised in these three caskets, whereof who wins in them wins also you, will, no doubt, never be passed rightly, but by one who shall rightly love. But what warrant is there in your affections towards any of these princely suitors that are already come. ‘Por. 1 pray you overnamc them, and as you name them, I will describe them; and according to my description, level at my affection. Alet. First, there is that Junior, John Nichols! Por. Aye, there’s a freak indeed, for he doth nothing but talk of football, and maketh it a great appropriation to his good parts, that he can break the heads of his opponents. Ner. Then there is Fred Fowler. Page one hundred and thir:y-four Pot.— He does nothing but frown, as he would say: If you will not have me, I will not smile. If you will have me, I will not smile. 1 fear he will prove a weeping husband as he grows old, being so full of unmannerly sadness as a Senior. I had rather be married to a death's head with a bone in its mouth, than to either of these. May the examinations defend me from these two. Ncr.—How say you, by that noble Senior, Frederick Weitzel? Por.— God made him. Therefore let him pass for a man! In truth, I know it is a sin to be a mocker, but, he! why he hath a complexion better than a woman’s! If I should marry him, pray when should I get a chance to use the dressing table mirror? Ner.—What say you then to Millard Cairns? tPor.- You know 1 say nothing to him; he understands not me, nor I him, for he cannot talk straight English, nor I slang! He is a proper man’s picture; but alas, who can converse with a dummy? How oddly he is suited! I think he bought his hat at the Ideal Hat Store, his coat at Isaac Rosenbaum's, 221 Washington Avenue, and his necktie at the same place, and his behaviour— everywhere! Ncr.- What think you then of our renowned alumnus, Theodore Thompson? Por. That he lost his self control when he became a debater! That his manners have become crude rather than refined. In truth, I know I should net judge, but he always won by elaborate bowing, and pleading with his 'Honorable Judges.' Why, he bows to girls without an introduction! A’cr.- How like you the young musician, Harold Falk? Por.—Excellently in the morning when he playeth in the fifteen minute period, and most excellently in the evening when he playeth for the Senior social. His music at the best is little worse than a hurdy-gurdy, and at the worst, is little better than a steam calliope. Ncr. Oh, then it must be that he— Por. — But alas, Nerissa, have you heard the latest about him? He has composed a two-step! Ncr.— Oh, Portia, that is sad past all expressing. A composer, even a poor one, will never, never make a good husband. Harold Talk is out of the question. But if he should take the examination, and should be successful, you would refuse to perform your father’s will, if you should refuse to marry him. Por.—Therefore, for fear of the worst, I pray you see that there is a piano in the room when he takes the examination. For if an examination be before him, and that distraction near him, I know he will fail. I will do anything, Nerissa, before 1 am married to a genius. Ncr.—You need not fear, my dear, the having of these fortune hunters. They have acquainted me with their determination, which is, indeed, to return to their homes, and to trouble you with no more suit, unless you may be won by some other sort than your father’s imposition, depending on the examinations. Por.—If 1 live to be as old as dear Miss Patterson, I will die a bachelor maid, un-less I be obtained by the manner of my father's will. I am glad this parcel of wooers are so reasonable, for there is not one among them but that I dote on his very absence, and very gladly can I bid them farewell. Ncr. — Do you remember a young man, Portia, noted as a scholar and football player, but chiefly to be remembered on account of his remarkable talent for carrying on arguments with the teachers. Por.—Yes, it was Bassanio. Ah, who could forget him! Page one hundred and ihirty-five Ner.—True. He. of all the men my foolish eyes ever looked upon, was the best deserving of a fair lady. Pot.—What! More so than Gratiano? Enter Trolly What is it, Polly ? Polly Another note, ma’am. Por.- Put it on the table with the rest. Polly.— I think you had better read it, ma’am; there are two gentlemen waiting below. Pot.—-Well, then, perhaps I had better read it. Who are they? Polly 1 don’t know who they are, but they are a great deal better looking than any who have been here before. Por.— It is from Bassanio; he asks permission to come up directly, and choose from the caskets. His friend Gratiano is with him. (‘Portia and Nerissa run to the mirror and smooth their hair.) Bring in the caskets. Polly, and show the gentlemen in. Exit ‘Polly. Net.— Shall 1 leave the room, Portia? Por.— No, indeed; Gratiano will have to be entertained. (Re-enter Polly with caskets; places them on the table and exits.) Enter Bassanio and Gratiano Por. You are welcome, good sirs, be seated. Bass. Sr Qra.—Your servants, ladies. (All sit, Portia and Bassanio in chairs forward, and Nerissa and Gratiano hack on sofa.) Por. I thought you were in training for the great Thanksgiving game ? Bass.- Nay, not I! Love and football never go together. Rather have 1 been in training for this ordeal. For a month past 1 have been looking forward to, yet dreading this moment, and now it seems to me the crisis of my life has come. Let me not tarry, for as I am, I dwell upon the rack. Por. Upon the rack, Bassanio? Then confess what treason there is mingled with your love. {Bass. (Looks quickly at Gratiano, feel for pony and betrays alarm.) Treason? None but the ugly treason of mistrust which makes me fear the enjoying of my love. There may as well be amity and league ’tween snow and fire, as treason and my love. Por. Ay, but 1 fear you speak upon the rack, where men enforced do speak anything. Bass.—Promise me life and I’ll confess the truth. ‘Por.—Well, then, confess and live. Bass.— Confess and love had been the very sum of my confession. O happy torment, when my torturer Doth teach me answers for deliverance! But let me to my fortune and the caskets. Por.—Away then, if you do love me you will be successful. ( Withdraws i� itb Nerissa to back part of stage and converses in whispers.) Bass.—(Approaches the casket and reads.) 1. — Who chooseth me shall get it in the neck. 2. — Who chooseth me shall gain Miss-------’s favor. 3. 11 Who chooseth me must know a lot to win. Who chooseth me must know a lot to win—must know a lot to win —that was not meant for me; therefore I'll none of thee. Who chooseth me shall Page ooe hundred and thirty-iix gain a fortune a fortune. Surely that does not mean Portia's fortune. That means my uncle s fortune, and what care 1 for his fortune, when my love for Portia is at stake I No, I’ll none of thee.— Who chooseth me shall get it in the neck. Well, I’ll be hanged 1 That confounded father of her’s must have laid awake nights to compose such blasted enigmas — get it in the neck — why, that must mean fair Portia’s arms around my neck 1 Here rest I my choice — joy be the consequence. (Opens casket and draws out paper.) What find I here ? Great Caesar’s commentaries ? Fair Portia, I have made my choice, and the lot has fallen upon Caesar’s casket. Pardon my impatience, but may I begin at once? Por.— Let it be so if it suits your pleasure. We will send it to the preceptress. Exeunt Portia and Ncrissa. Bass. — Congratulate me, old boy what’s the matter with you? Shake Gra. Hold on — shut up — don’t make so much racket. We’re in this too. Bass.- We? Who? Gra. Nerissa and I, of course. The dear girl has promised to marry me if you are successful in your deal. We fixed it over there on the sofa while you were talking to Portia. So you see your responsibility. Bass. {‘Producing pony) Responsibility. Gra. Put that away, that’s what I mean. That preceptress may be here any minute. And let me tell you she’s eagle eyed. Ncrissa says she has eyes in the back of her head. Bass. That s nothing — we’re used to that kind at High School. But you better go on; she’ll be here in a minute. Gra.—{At the door.) Don’t you dare to fail I Think of your responsibility. Nerissa and me! {Exit.) Enter Mrs. (Baket Mrs. Quaker.—Bringing chair to desk.) Young man. you may sit here. Here are paper, pens and ink. Bass.— Paper pens I I prefer steel pens. Miss Baker. Young man your remarks indicate that you have not been properly brought up. fBass.— By the way Mrs. Baker, why is our school so lucky ? JltCrs. Baker.—Young man, I do not understand you, what do you mean ? Bass. Why, we have no trouble in keeping our Cook. Mrs. Baker.— Silence, you go to work! Bass. All right, I’ll try to steer through this at once. {Pony drops.) Mrs. Baker. What was that, that dropped ? flaw.—That was my spirits when I read the second question. JXCn. Baker.— I think from your remarks, young man, that you can’t be going about your work in the proper spirit. Do you realize that you are about to translate the works of the greatest hero the world has ever known ? Can you not picture him to yourself, dashing up to the cannon’s mouth at the head of his immortal twelfth legion — those mighty specimens of manhood? Bass. Mrs. Baker, did it ever occur to you that that immortal twelfth legion would have made a cracker-jack football team ? cXCrs. Baker.—Young man, this is simply blasphemous. The reason that they lived through so many battles was because it was only war, and not football. IBass. Mrs. Baker, do you think that Caesar would have been brave enough to ask Uncle Mac if he liked chicken Mrs. Baker.— Silence! Page one hundred and thirty evm Bass.— Mrs. Baker, do you know why Cicero pupils always have an easy time making up lessons ? «5WVs. $akcr. No 1 Bass.—They use Snyder's cats-up. JXCrs. !Baker. Horrible 1 Bass.- But you can surely tell why C room pupils are doubly fortunate? TiCrs. Baker.— (Pointing to chair.) Sit! ! I 1 Bass. O, I'll tell you they are either by the side of the murmuring Brooks, or in the Civic center. Mrs. Baker.—Will you begin? Bass. — Say, I've got another one. Who teaches Virgil? JKCrs. Baker.— What? Bass. Sure, Mac 1 But teaching Virgil requires more knowledge of horse-flesh than Mac has. He doesn’t know a pony when he sees one. Mrs. Baker.- Will you please think of Caesar. Bass. Yes! How did our class succeed in building a bridge, just like Caesar’s? Mrs. Baker.- 1 don’t want to know 1 Bass. Why, some ponies came along and helped us. Mrs. Quaker.— This is the end of my patience 1 Do you, or don’t you want to take this test. Bass. Yes, but 1 have to work myself up to the proper pitch first. Say, if you’ll let me sing a song. I’ll begin immediately! (Sings.) IF A SENIOR MEET A ------------ If a Senior meets a Freshie coming from a test. He puts his head high in the air, and answers with a jest: Self reliance is a virtue — this you must discern. If you wish to graduate, your own diploma earn. If a Senior meets a Sophomore coming from a teat. He crosses both his brawny arms upon his noble chest. McWhorter, too, worked very hard — he slept nor day, nor night. So should you also follow him, to win this learned fight. If a Senior meets a Junior, coming from a test. He wrinkles up his noble brow, and looks somewhat perplexed I know my boy ’tis very hard, to lose and never gain, But if at first you don’t succeed, just try, and try again. If a Senior meets a Senior, coming from a test, He takes him to one side—well, we all know the restl We cannot see the harm in helping on the class; The scholars fail in Period I, while all the others pass!:l By Helen Waters. Mrs. Quaker. Young man, once for all, do you, or do you not intend to finish this examination ? Bass.—Oh, I'll finish it all right, if it does’t finish me. (Curtain.) Page one hundred and thirty-eight ACT III. Scene: Shylock’s house and garden. Enter from the house: Shylock and Jessica. Sky.—Jessica, do give me a word! I have something important to say. Your father was a virtuous man. He and 1 were steadfast friends, and when, on his deathbed, asked me to become your guardian, I accepted the charge as a sacred trust. To have you with me all these years, has been a constant pleasure. Jes It has not always seemed a pleasure. Only yesterday you reproached me angrily for talking with Antonio a few minutes. Shy.— Antoniol That long haired freak! But you must not reproach me for what 1 said for your own good. You must know that Antonio’s character is not of the best. Why, even his boasted reputation as a football player has been won by foul means. Nowhere in all my experience have 1 seen such brutal tricks resorted to by any other player. He’s a coward ! He’s a knave ! He’s a sneak! He’s a liar! My zeal for you, Jessica, leads me to speak thus warmly, otherwise my nature would revolt at speaking thus, even of such a person as Antonio. But lately, Jessica, I have thought of nothing but you and your welfare. When your father entrusted you to my care, I little thought what a pleasant duty I was undertaking. But your presence has made this dingy old house seem like heaven. And if I should lose you now, it would seem like a garden bereft of its flowers. Of late a feeling has taken possession of me of which at first 1 could understand nothing. But gradually the truth has dawned upon me and now I know, Jessica, that 1 love you. Your father entrusted you to my care for part of your life; can you not give yourself to me for the rest ? Jes.— Nit. Shy. But, Jessica, you cannot understand ! I want you to marry me. Jes. And that 1 will never do! 1 am surprised that you should ever speak such words to me. Do you think your fair words of tonight can efface from my mind the memory of your harsh words of yesterday, and the day before? You are a hypocrite and 1 hate you! Shy.— I know why you refuse me! You are infatuated with that long haired scoundrel, Antonio; but you shall never marry him, for I am still your guardian, and you will find my word is law. Rather than see you marry that villian. I’ll — Get into the house. Jes.—(Weeping.) He’ll kill Antonio! Exit into the house. Shy.— I'll not be thwarted by a girl like you. I'll go and find Tubal. Exit. Enter Launcelot Gobho. Laun. — Certainly my conscience will serve me to run from this tight wad, my master. The fiend is at my elbow, and tries to work me, saying, Gobbo, Page one hundred and thirty-nine Launcelot Gobbo, good Launcelot, or good Gobbo. or good Launcelot Gobbo, hump yourself, take a lead, old man, slide. My concience sticks in and says, No, beware, honest Launcelot, keep your eye peeled, old boy ; do not run, scorn to depart thus unceremoniously. Cut says the fiend, give him the shake, and sprint. Well, my conscience, hanging on my coat tails, gets wrathy, and commences to chew thusly: You blamed idiot, budge not. Budge. says the fiend. ’Budge not, says my conscience. Conscience, say I. you’re pretty smooth. Fiend, say I, you’re pretty smooth. If I let my conscience run me, 1 should stay with my master, who, confound his hide, is a kind of a devil; and if 1 should run away from the gambler I should be ruled by the fiend who is the devil himself. Certainly the gambler is the very devil incarnate; and my conscience, my conscience is a duced hard kind of conscience, to counsel me to stay with the gambler. The fiend gives me the best spiel. I will get me hence. I will bid farewell to the scenes of all me greatness. Exit Qobbo into garden. Enter football boys. First football boy. — 1 say boys before we go home, lets give a serenade to Antonio’s best girl, Jessica. (Boys sing.) MY GAY SCHOOL GIRL After Olcott’s My Wild Irish Rose. If you listen I’ll sing you a sweet little song. Of a note that I’ve read o’er and o'er; It is dearer to me, yes. than letters and books Though each holds rich knowledge in store; Twas tossed to me by a girl that 1 know, When I met her my love did unfurl, She in virtue can vie with an angel on high. And I call her my gay High School girl. They may sing of fine scholars who honors have won. At Commencement will shine, Oh, so bright. But 1 know that my girl would quickly object To give up her place by my side. Her smiles are sweet whenever I come To the class which her presence uplifts, And the wish of my heart is that 1 shall not part From the side of my gay High School girl. Chorus My gay High School girl. Oh, I may call her a pearl, Neither North, South nor East has one to compare With my sweet Central girl; My gay High School girl. Oh, I may call her a pearl. And will it be vain, for me to claim The hand of my gay High School girl? Page one hundred and forty By Helen Waters. Re-Enter Launcelot. Exit Football Boys. Laun. Well, I guess I’ll go to bed now. May this be the last night 1 spend under this roof. Tries Door. j4 Voice ( Within)—Ow I Help! Enter Jessica at window above. Oh ! It’s you, is it Launcelot ? How you scared me I Laun. Let me in I’m nearly starved. 1 havn’t had anything to eat but two doughnuts and three pieces of pie since supper. Jes. 1 can’t. Shylock has locked me in and gone off in a rage. Laun.—Yes, that's just like the old idiot. 1 am tired of his rages, and I am going to try and get a job with Antonio. Jes. What! Antonio ? Do you know where he lives ? Laun.—You bet I do. Jes. Well, 1 have a note for him. Will you take it right away? Laun. Sure but I hate to leave you locked in. Jes. I'll not be locked in long, if Antonio gets that note before Shylock comes back. (Throws him tbe note). Hurry along! Laun. All right, but give me something to eat first. I’m nearly starved. Jes. Well, wait a minute. Exit. (Reappearing in a moment). Here’s (Throwing it to him) one of Charleys peanut sandwiches. Laun. Your debtor or life kind lady. That’s the stuff. Exit. Jes.—Farewell, good Launcelot. If you do my errand well, Antonio will soon be here, and I’ll leave this horid house never to return. Shylock will find that his word is not law when it opposes true love. But I must get ready to go. Exit. Enter Jlntonio and Launcelot. Laun.—Yes, he’s been awfully mean to her lately. He has been feeding her on mu8kmelon8, so 1 guess he thinks she can’t-elope. Ant.—Shut up, you fool, which is her window ? Laun.—That one, right there, second row from the bottom right over the door. Ant.—Whistle, you freak I My lips are dry. (Launcelot whistles loudly.) Shut up! 1 didn’t tell you to give a fire alarm. Enter Jessica at window. Jes,— Ic it you, dear? Jlnt.—Yes, love. Are you ready? Jes.—YC8, I’m ready. Catch these. (Throws rapidly, a number of bundles and packages, an umberalla, a bird cage, and finally a poodle, after k‘ n8 it fondly). Buf how am I to get out? The door is locked. Ant.— (Stretching forth his arms) Jump, darling. I’ll catch you. Laun.— No, let me, I’m taller. Ant. (Kicking Laun vigorously.) Get out of here. Laun.—(Solaces himself with a stick of candy.) Well, I guess I can do as good as he can. Ant.—Jump, sweet. Jes.—1 can’t. I’m afraid. Ant.—Oh, it isn’t very high, and I’ll catch you. Jes. (Prepares to jump and then draws back-) No, 1 can’t Ant. (Removing his coat.) Well, then. I’ll have to make a centre smash through that door. (Draws off for smash.) Laun. — (Giving football signals.) 96, 48, 171, 84, let ’er go Gallagher, x, y, z. (Ant. smashes down door.) Ain’t that a crack-a-jack smash ? (Ejcit Ant. through the door.) (Laun goes through pantomine. peeping through the door mimicking the supposed actions of Jessica and Antonio. Ant. You bring the bundles to the carriage, Gobbo. Page one hundred and forty-one Jes. Goodbye, Launcelot, I’ll see that you are rewarded for tonight's work. Exeunt. Re-enter Launcelot. Laun. Well, they're gone. I wonder what Shylock will say. Won’t he rave? I half believe the old villian was in love with her himself. Maybe there won't be a circus when he comes back. I’d like to stay and see it, but 1 don't dast. Exit Gobbo into Garden. Enter Shylock anct Tubal. Shy.— Are you sure your men are all in perfect condition, Tubal? ‘Cub.— Yes, my men are all right, but they say Antonio’s team is in much better form than it has ever been before. That man himself is a wonder. ( While they are talking Laun. appears several times at the window eating an immense piece of pie, and darts back again. Sby. (Noticing door.) Great Scott! Look here! ‘Cub.— Why, what’s the matter? (Shylock rushes into the bouse. Sounds of rage and breaking furniture proceed from Within. Jl chair is thrown through the door.) Tub. What's the matter? T e-enter Shylock• Shy. What’s the matter? Matter enough! Can’t you see the house has been broken into ? Tub. What did they take? Shy. He took Jessica. She disobeyed my orders about going with that fellow, Antonio, and 1 locked her in when 1 left to prevent her seeing him. Now the house is broken into and Jessica is gone, and that black and tan rascal, Antonio, is at the bottom of it. Confound him, if I ever get my hands on him I’ll — I’ll cut off his hair. ‘Cub. Oh, impossible! You surely could not do such a diabolical deed! Why that would be the most unkindest cut of all. Shy. Yes, I can, and I will. Antonio little realizes how completely he is in my power. Listen ! Some weeks ago he came to me to rent a pony for his friend, Bassanio. Instead of paying me the usual price, he gave his bond, that should he not return the pony within a month, a pound of his hair, to be cut off nearest his brain should be the forfeit. That month expired yesterday and the pony has not been returned. Tub.— And you intend to claim the forfeit now? Sby. No. The golden moment has not yet arrived. I shall bide my time, until the day before Thanksgiving. I shall way-lay him when he comes from practice, and shear him like a sheep. Oh, revenge, thou art sweet! “Cub. Good enough, the game is ours! Without Antonio they can do nothing, and his strength, like Sampson’s, lies in his hair. Shy. Well, Tubal, its getting late. Let us go inside and talk this over. Exeunt into the house. (As they go inside, Launcelot comes out of garden and sings.) LAUNCELOT GOBBO To the tune of Yankee Doodle. Launcelot Gobbo went to class. Just for to take a test. He slipped his pony neath his coat, And said, Watch me do the rest. Pag one hundred and forty-lwo When Launcelot got into that class. His pony he did drop — And often sure upon the floor, it went with a big flop. When Mac did hear that pony drop. He turned around like a flash He grabbed poor Launcelot by the neck And out he went with a crash. Now Launcelot goes to class. Just for to take a test, He’s afraid to bring his pony. So he flunks along with the rest. Chorus. Launcelot was a shining lad, A brighter could not be -He thought he’d get a double plus, But he did’nt know Mac, did he? By Kate Dibble. ACT IV. Scene: Jl room in Portia j House. Enter Portia and Nerissa. Pot.— Well, Nerissa, this is a long wished for day, when we shall learn the fate of those we love. Net.— Yes. and this afternoon they come to learn their fortune, and 1 am suie they will be successful. Gratiano told me that Bassanio was almost certain of success. Morever, did you notice their exultant looks when Bassanio drew the Caesar casket ? Evidently, he is better versed in Caesar than in the others. Por.— I don’t know about that. I was in the same Caesar class with Bassanio and I rather thought his talents lay in other directions. But 1 hope he wins nevertheless. Enter Mrs. Baker. MCrs. Baker.— Well, young ladies, I have bad news for you. Por.— Hasn’t he won? Mrs. Baker. Yes, he has won, and you are to be married to an empty-headed, rattled-brained, addle-pated football crank. Por. Well then, if he is so empty-headed and addle-pated, how did he happen to pass examination ? Mrs. Baker. That’s as much a mystery to me as it is to you. He surely did not go at it in the right spirit, for when he spoke of Caesar and the immortal twelfth legion, his only idea of them was that they would make good football players. Girls laugh. one hundred � nd forty -three Mrs. fjfyakcr.— You may consider that a cause for merriment, but I do not. Think of the responsibilities of matrimony which lie before you. A young man who cannot appreciate Caesar, can never appreciate a wife. Well, 1 wish you happiness. (Exit.) Enter Polly. Pot. — Polly, 1 want you to summon the Freshmen girls who are to be my bridesmaids. 1 want to have them rehearse the floral procession, they are going to have for my wedding (Exit Polly.) Enter Freshman girls in floral drill. Exit Freshman girls. ( 7 e-enter Polly.) Polly.— Please, Miss, there’s a young fellow below wants to see you. Shall 1 show him up ? Net.- Oh, let’s not. Tell him we’re busy. Por.- I guess we’d better see him and have it over with. He'll come back again if we don’t. Show him up. $xit Polly. Enter Launcelot Gobbo. Laun. Hello! Por. Net.— How do you do. Laun.— Do you know Miss Jessica that lives with old Shylock ? Por. Net.— Yes. Laun. And do you know Antonio, the football player ? Por.— Yes, what about him? Laun. Why, last night they ran off together and got married. Por. Ner.— What! Laun. — That’s straight. 1 was there and helped them get started. lACer.—Well, what news! Laun.— But that isn’t what I come to tell you about. If somebody don’t do something quick Antonio wont have any hair left. He promised to let Shylock cut it off if Bassanio didn’t bring back the pony. They are going to catch him at the football game and cut it off. I heard him talking about it last night when I was peeping out of the window, and it scared me so 1 nearly dropped my pie. I did work for Shylock, but he’s an awful mean cuss, so I’m going to work for Antonio now, but he’s gone away on his wedding trip, so I came to tell you. Por.— What in the world are you tatking about? Ner. — I can’t make head nor tail of it. Begin at the beginning and tell us all about it. Por.— What is that you said about Antonio ? Laun.— Last night after I got them started on their wedding trip, I went into the garden, Shylock came home with Tubal, captain of the St. Paul Central. Shylock was awful mad when he found they had run away, and they stood outside and talked about it. I heard everything they said. Shylock told Tubal that Antonio had borrowed a pony from him for Bassanio, and Antonio had promised to let Shylock cut off a pound of his hair nearest his brain, if Bassanio did not bring the pony back in a month. The month is past and Antonio hasn’t brought the pony back, and so Shylock is going to wait ’till the Thanksgiving football game, and then he is going to cut off Antonio’s hair. I couldn’t tell Antonio, because he’s gone away, and I didn’t know who else to tell, so I came to tell you, because I’ve seen you with Miss Jessica. Pbr.— You did perfectly right. Here’s a quarter. Now run along and be sure you don’t tell anybody else. Page one hundred and forty-four I.aun.— Much obliged. No, 1 won’t tell anybody. Goodbye. 5 it Ner.— Well Portia, that's how Bassanio got through so nicely. That accounts for their exaultation over drawing the Caesar casket. He had a Caesar pony. Por.— ( After thinking a moment.) Yes, there is no doubt that he had a pony. He never could have translated that without one. But after all, it doesn't make any difference, for the will does not forbid the use of a pony. Net.— But what can we do about Antonio? He must not lose his hair, for that would cost him the game. Yet 1 don’t see what we can do to prevent it. Por.— I know how we can prevent it. Enter Polly Polly.— Bassanio and Gratiano are below. Por.— Bring them up. Extt Polly Por.— Don.t say anything about this now, Nerissa. I’ll tell you my plan another time. Enter Bassanio and Gratiano. Bass—Well, has my work been accepted ? Gra.—Tell us quick. Por. — Yes, it has. Ner. — And we are yours. Curtain. ACT V. Scene : The Court Room. Time : After Thanksgiving. X Enter Duke of Minneapolis, Shy lock, Bassanio, Gratiano, Tubal, Launcelot Gohho, foot ball players. cGubal and Shylock in foreground. Tubal— If only you had let me manage to catch that rogue Antonio before the game to do the shearing act, we would not now be here getting your rights through a court. But you were so sure you could do it. Now you blame your stiff leg — isn’t that just what I told you—but what’s the use? he escaped and so no wonder that with all his hair he won that great Thanksgiving game. ( Enter Policeman with Antonio.) Duke—What! is Antonio here ? Ant.— Ready, so please your grace. Duke I am sorry for thee; thou art come to answer a stony adversary, an inhuman wretch, incapable of pity, void and empty of any grain of mercy. Ant.— He’s all of that. My friends have taken great pains to qualify his rigorous course; but since he stands obdurate and that no lawful means can carry me out of his envy’s reach, 1 do suppose my patience to his fury, and am armed to suffer with a quietness of spirit, the very tyranny and rage of his. Duke Shylock, do you continue in your fiendish purpose ? Shy. I have posessed your grace of what I purpose; and by the holy poker, have Page onr hundred and forty-five I sworn to have the due and forfeit of my bond. If you deny me, let the danger light on your head when you run for re-election. You’ll ask me why 1 rather choose to have a pound of this Antonio’s hair than receive my pony back again. 1 11 not answer that, but say it is my humor. It is answered ? Bass. That is no answer, thou unfeeling man. to excuse the current of thy cruelty. Shy. I am not bound to please you with my answers. Ant.- Why argue with the brute? You might as well beseech Miss Marvin to excuse you from an English History test, or argue with Mr. Osborn as to whether there are foot ball players on the planet Mars. Make no more offers, use no more means, but with all brief and plain conveniency, let me have judgment, and Shylock his will. Duke How shall you hope for mercy, rendering none ? Shy. What judgment shall 1 dread, doing no wrong? This pound of hair which I demand of him is mine, and I will have it. If you deny me, fie upon your law. There is no force in the decrees of Minneapolis. I stand for judgment. Answer, shall 1 have it? Duke Upon my power, 1 may dismiss this court, unless Bellario, a learned doctor, whom I have sent for to determine this, comes here today. Laun.— Say, old head, there’s a couple of mugs out there wants to see you. Duke Call them in. Bass. Good cheer, Antonio! 1 brought this trouble on you. and I’ll not desert you now. 1 forgot completely about that pony, but never fear. Shylcck shall have my hair; root, scalp and all, before you lose that head of hair for me. Jlnt. That's all right, old man. Shylock always had it in for me, and he was bound to get me sometime. Besides, my foot ball days are nearly over. I am a Senior now, so this is my last year on the team. You cannot be better employed, Bassanio, than to let your hair grow and take my place as captain. ( Enter Launcelot and Nerissa while Antonio is talking.) Laun. Yes, rub vaseline on it. That’s the way Shylock does. Duke—Come you from Bellario? Ner. Yes, my lord. Bellario greets your grace. ( 'Presents a letter.) Gra. Why snap you those shears so viciously ? Shy.— What’s it to you ? Qra.—It’s a great deal to me. Can’t you see that you are blasting all his future prospects ? Can no prayers pierce you ? Shy.— No. none that you have wit enough to make. Gra. Shylock you are a fiend. Such horrible purpose have 1 never seen before. Your desires are wolfish, bloody, fiendish and barber like. Shy. Till you can rail the seal from off my bond, you but offend your lungs to speak so loud. Repair your wit, good youth, or it will fall to cureless ruin. I stand here for law. Duke This letter from Bellario doth commend a young and learned lawyer to our court. Where is he? Net. He is at the door. Duke Bassanio, will you give him courteous conduct to this place ?. $ass.— In sooth, you bet I will, my lord. Laun. (To Shylock) Say let me sec them shears, will you? ( Shylock snaps shears at Lanncelot, who runs into the policeman, who hits Launcelot over the head.) Enter Bassanio and Portia (dressed like a Doctor of Laws.) Duke Come you from Bellario ? Page oop hundred and forty-six Por.— I do, my lord. Duke—You arc welcome. Take your place. Are you acquainted with the difference that holds this present question in court ? Pot. 1 am informed thoroughly of the case. Which is Shylock and which is Antonio ? Duke—Antonio and Shylock stand forth. Por. Is your name Shylock ? Sby.— Shylock is my name. ‘Por. Of a strange nature is the suit you follow, yet in such rule that the Minneapolis law cannot impugn you as you do proceed. You stand within his danger, do you not ? Ant. Yes, so he says. Por.— Do you confess the bond ? Ant.- 1 do. Por. Then Shylock must have mercy. Sby. Why must I be merciful? Tell me that I Por. The quality of mercy hath decreased! It fadeth as the brilliant sun upon a misty day. It is doubly missed; It grieves the little Juniors and the Seniors gay. Tis the power of the powerful; it becomes a peace restorer sooner than a rod. Our teachers show the force of temporal power, the ability to write a minus down; before them sit the tame and speechless mass. But mercy is above this grade book sway, and teachers then are liked best by Seniors, when mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Shylock, though mercy be thy plea, remember, in the court of justice, that none of us could pass examinations. Shy. My deeds upon my head. I crave the law, the penalty, and the forfeit of my bond. Por. Is he not willing to return the pony ? Bau. Yes, willing to return the pony and to pay a hundred times its value; if that will not suffice, I will be bound to pay that ten times o’er. But no amount of money nor of prayers can turn this cursed gambler from his course. Is there no law in Minneapolis can curb him of his will? Can you not wrest the law to your authority ? Por. It must not be. There is no power in Minneapolis can alter a decree established. It would be recorded for a precedent and many an error by the same example would rush into the state. It cannot be. Shy. A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel I O, wise young judge, how I do honor thee! Por. I pray you let me look upon the bond. Shy. Here it is, most reverend Doctor, here it is. Por. Shylock. here’s a large sum of money offered you. Shy. An oath, an oath, I have an oath in heaven. Shall I lay perjury upon my soul? No. not for Minnesota. Por. Why, this bond is forfeit, and lawfully by this the owner may claim a pound of hair from off Antonio’s head. Be merciful. Take all the money. Bid me tear the bond. Shy. When it is paid according to agreement. You are a worthy judge, you know the law, your exposition has been most sound. I charge you by the law. whereof you are a well-deserving pillar, proceed to judgment. By my soul, I swear there is no power in tongue of man can alter me. ylnt. Most heartily I do beseech the court to give the judgment. Por. Why then, thus it is. You must submit your shaggy locks to his scissors. Shy. O noble judge? O excellent young man? How much older art thou than thy looks! Pag one hundred and forty-aeven Por. Is it so? Arc there balances here to weigh the hair? Shy. — 1 have them ready. Por. Have by some barber. Shylock, on your charge, to cut it smoothly, for yourself would haggle it. Shy. — Is it so nominated in the bond ? Por. It is not so expressed, but what of that ? It were good you do so much for charity. Shy. I cannot find it. It's not in the bond. Por. You. Antonio, have you anything to say ? Ant. But little. I am ready. Bassanio, I pray you, do not blame yourself for this. Tis only myself I have to blame, for you warned me not to sign the bond. Shy.- We trifle time. I pray you give the sentence. Por. A pound of Antonio’s hair is yours. Shy.- A Daniel 1 A most righteous judge. (Jlntonio nce j, Shylock prepares to cut off the hair.) ( Enter Jessica and Jlntonio ’s mother. Jessica falls on her knees before Shylock and Antonio's mother flies to Jlntonio.) Jes. O spare him! Once you said you loved me. Now for my sake spare him. ( Weeps. trails and wrings her hands.) Shy.- Loved you! You are crazy! Get out of here! (Shylock seizes Antonio’s hair and prepares to cut.) Por.— Hold! Hold! You must be careful to carry out the expressed conditions of the bond. One pound of hair, exact; no more, no less. If you cut more or less than just a pound, be it only so much as to make the scale turn, but in the estimation of a hair, then you stand at the mercy of Antonio. Gra. O upright judge ! Mark, friends a learned judge! Shy. Is that the law ? Por.- Moreover. I notice here the bond says. A pound of his hair to be cut off nearest his brain. Upon such a point we must have expert testimony. ( To Nerissa) Go call the professor, who is waiting outside the door. ( pe-enter Nerissa and Prof. Ox born.) Por.— Professor, 1 would like to ask you a few questions. What is your name? Prof. I am Professor Oxborn, of Oxborn’s claim, in nordern Minnesota. Por.—What is your occupation ? Prof. I am working in the interest of science. Por. Do you understand X-ray photography ? Prof. That is the brench of science in which I am engaged. Por.— Can you, by this means, photograph a human brain? Prof. 1 hef often done so. Por. Have you your apparatus with you ? Prof. Gewiss, Sir, I hef. Por. — Bring it hither. (Exeunt Professor and Policeman and re-enter uith apparatus. Jlntonio is arranged for the operation. Breathless interest and suspense on the part of all while the photographing proceeds. Professor draws out paper from apparatus and looks at it in surprise.) Por. Well, were you successful? Prof. I vas not. He has no brains. (Qreal surprise followed rejoicing and by hand shaking on part of Antonio’s team; dejection among Iubal's men.) Por. Shylock do you desire to ask the witness any questions? Shylock shakes his head.) Por. Well, then it appears you cannot take the hair. The bond says, nearest the Pag on hundred and forty-eight brain and since there is no brain your case is hopeless. Shy.—Then give me the money and let me go. Bass. — Here, 1 have it ready for him. Por.— Hold! he has refused it in the open court. He shall have nothing but justice and his bond. Gra. A second Daniel I Yea, a Daniel, 1 thank you, Shylock, for teaching me that word. Shy. Let him keep it then. I’ll argue it no longer. (Turns to go.) Por. Tarry a moment, Shylock. The law has yet another hold on you. It is enacted in the laws of Minneapolis that if it be proven against any person that by direct or indirect attempts he has sought to deprive a citizen of. or to interfere with his life, liberty, or the pursuit of happiness, his goods are forfeited to that citizen. In this condemnation I say you stand. You have sought to prevent Antonio from the pursuit of his happiness. Therefore, your goods are forfeited to him. Shy.- What! give my property to that man? By the--------- Por. — Put him out. Officer. (Policeman collars Shylock and deposits him outside the door.) Eixit also Tubal and his team. Ant. ’s team Three cheers for the fellow who always Butts in! Ray, Ray, Ray ! 3am. Portia! Gra. — Nerissa! Ant.—Well, that gets me! Duke - Why, what is the meaning of this ? {Bass. Yes. Por.—Well, the truth must be told. Launcelot Gobbo is the hero of the occasion. He overheard this plot of Shylock’s, and as Antonio was out of town on well on pressing business he came and told Nerissa and myself, knowing us to be friends of Jessica. We told it to my cousin. Bellario, who advised us to do as we have done, and told us how to proceed. 1 hat is all. Laun. — I move that congratulations are now in order. Will all present please take part in the grand march and come forward to shake hands with the happy couples. Fred IVeitzel I second that motion. Grand JKCarch FINAL SONG TTune: (TThere is a Tavern in Our Town) There is a teacher in our school, in our school. Who over A room holds his rule, holds his rule. A man. who ne’er a joke was known to crack. Of course his name is Uncle Mac. Chorus Fare thee well for we must leave thee. Do not let our parting grieve thee But remember that the best of friends must part, must part. Adieu, adieu, dear uncle Mac, adieu, adieu We shall no longer bother you, bother you. But on our way rejoicing we will go. Because no kindness you did show. Page one hundred and fo ly-n:ne There is a high school in this town, in this town, A school of glory and renown, and renown. And on whose name the wreaths of glory lie And this school's name is Central High. Chorus Fare thee well for we must leave thee, Do not let our parting grieve thee. But remember that best of friends must part, must part. Adieu, adieu, old Central High, adieu, adieu, We can no longer stay with you, stay with you. We’ll leave you to our friends the Juniors green. And what they 11 do is to be seen. Class Yell x Page one hundred and fifty “Ecce Quod Fecimus v. lUR high-school days are at an end; we have finished four years of study, good, bad and indifferent, that viewed now that we have finished them seem but a few short months. We are leaving Old Central forever. We are bidding farewell to its gray old walls and time-honored school rooms, with our hearts full of joy and gratitude that it has fallen to our lot to pass the four years of our high school life in Central rather than any other high school. It is not only the old school itself that will be cherished in our memories; our faithful teachers who have so patiently and deligently guided our stumbling feet along the straight but narrow path of knowledge, will in after years bring back only the brightest and fondest of memories. But the one whom we shall ever cherish and respect above all others, the one who by his clear foresight and practical advice has softened so many of the hard spots in our high school careers, and the one whom will ever be remembered long after time has effaced other plesant memories, is our principal, Mr. Greer. Surely the class of 1907 is under obligation to him for more than it can ever repay; for his interest, hearty co-operation and material assistance given in the accomplishing of its many difficult undertakings, and in the years to come we shall look to the succeeding classes to achieve urder his guidance, even greater things than we have done. Both as a class and as individuals we have achieved renown unparelled in the annuals of the school. That our time has not been spent in vain is shown by the fact that our class average for the four years course is as high as any class that has ever graduated from Central, more remarkable since our class is the largest that has ever graduated from a Minneapolis high school and our Valedictorian has the proud record of a mark higher than any before attained at Central under the present system of marking. Not only in the pursuit of knowledge have we distinguished ourselves. As early as the fall of 1904, while still Sophomores, the star of our greatness, which was ultimately to outshine all others, became visible on the horizon, being made manifest in that memorable foot ball mass meeting held up in I room presided over by a 07 class-man and at which Col. Lee, Sig. Harris, Capt. Frank Morse, Mr. Greer and other notables spoke to one of the largest and most enthusiastic mass meetings ever held in Central. It was at this meeting that the popular Central rooter's caps designed and proposed by an 07 committee were formally adopted. Thus it Pag one hundred and fifty-one was that by the efforts of the Class of'07, general interest in athletics was again aroused and the foot ball games of that fall attended to a far greater extent than ever before. A few months later the coming greatness of ’07 was made'more manifest, when in emulation of the Senior class of ’05, we too decorated the school walls, side walks and doors with the class numerals beautifully executed in red and black for want of a better color. It was also while Sophomores that we chastised the class of 08, then Freshman, so severely; their demure behavior this last year, as Juniors, shows how well they have learned their lesson of submission and deference to the will of the Class of 1907. The next year found us as Juniors and with a strong class organization, we accomplished in the face of almost overwhelming opposition, our cherished hope and aim, the Junior Ball, which will for a long time be remembered at Central as one of the most elaborate affairs of the kind. Incidentally as Juniors we won the Inter-Class foot ball championship and defeated the Seniors in the debate of the 1907 state question. But it was not until the Senior year that the star of our greatness had reached its zenith. Our class team duplicated its performance of the previous year and won for the second time the Inter-Class foot ball championship. The social season opened most auspiciously with a social given in honor of the Central foot ball team, then followed a series of social functions which eclipsed the efforts of any previous class, in completeness and attendance. The Alumni Reception which was the culmination of the work of the Social Committee was indeed a tribute to the ability of the committee and to the spirit of the Class. It was the sentiment of every Alumnus present that Alumni Receptions should become a permanent affair. In accordance with the prevalent custom among graduating classes, we too, have left a memorial to Central to perpetuate our glory, that for artistic beauty and practical usefulness could not be surpassed. Our memorial arch will ever stand as a monument to the fame of ’07 and will be a lasting credit to the memorial committee. 4 Our class play, another of the extraordinary undertakings of the class, may well, indeed, be classed as one of the very best class plays ever produced, not only in Central but in the entire city. Well staged, well presented and well attended, it will go down in Central’s history for all classes to come, as the goal to be attained rather than the standard of comparison. But perhaps the greatest mark of our fame and the one achievement which stamps the class of 1907, as being pre-eminently great, among all others of Central’s famous graduating classes. Page one hundred and fifty-two 4G0