Central High School - Prospectus Yearbook (Flint, MI)

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Central High School, a ass of 71 , neteen- Thirteen. -o -□ lt(‘nlrU(‘ (irolM1 Little drops of midnight oil. Little grains of sand. Make the mighty scholars In this student land. Don’t they Cliff? The fun I’ve had up here. Is rather hard to measure. For going through school has been for me. Just one big round of pleasure.” Here’s to Noel Smith. For he’s no myth. With those answers of his So filled with pith. Kill» 1. Cameron (ai let on Heed Pearl Robinson Miss Cameron just came For her final year. We’re all glad she did. And vote her a “dear.” 1 guess I’ll fool ’em. And leave this year. What’ll they do. Without me here? Pearl Robinson’s fair haired you see. With eyes as sparkling as they can be. With quiet air and gentle grace. Her every duty she does face. 1 TWENTY-FIVE

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FU Central Hi ah School, [a] !□ CL s of Nme teen -Inn Maud Potter Charles Carrol Mabel Conner Here's Miss Potter, I)o you so spot’er? Graceful and tall. She leads them ail Oh, here is Charley Car- rol. He’s strictly on the level. His praises would more than fill a barrel. He’ll never so to the bad. Mabel Concerts not an eel. Though of Conger eel’s we’ve heard. In fact she’s nicer y great deal, Than beast or fish or bird. Granville Maxfield studied much. Few are found, we fear, of such. No one would doubt that he worked hard. If only they could see that card. Marie Davis, named also Grace, You see has a mighty pleasant face. She always to her busi- ness ’tends. And ne’er to mere non- sense descends. This is the secret of C. Edwards, With a complexion fresh from early bed wards. His lessons he knew; and yes. was wise. “Why, you ask? Well, early he’d rise. IqJ HO Ip □— ■ ■ oi TWENTY-POUR

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Helen ChiiNf treble MaeGillivrn.v Marguerite chirk I opine 'twas Helen Chase, Who led in education’s race. In our school, who has a pace That can equal Helen Chase? And here’s the boy. Who always wants to scrap. Most anyone could with him toy. And soon bring on a nap. There is a lass, in our class. And she is wondrous wise. Marguerite Clark by name. As you may well surmise. T»T-— Knlpli Moon lllnnelie Until Now' all gaze with care At Moon! Gee. ho’s a bear! Who would believe, for- sooth. The escapades of this Adonis-iike youth? All our efforts have been futile. To write a poem for Miss Dutil. In our minds there seems a dirth Of words to tell her worth. Many things here can be said. But we’ll stick to this man’s head. And skip the awful life he’s led. The head—the head—both swelled and red. p cF TWENTY-SIX