Central High School - Centralian Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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

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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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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.