Central High School - Centralian Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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

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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