Central High School - Centralian Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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.

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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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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