Central High School - Centralian Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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

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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

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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