Central High School - Wakitan Yearbook (St Joseph, MO)

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N-51155 while we had se- ell, thinking it unneces- Of Qur colors so that WG attached to these beauti- sses failed to realize our i admiring us thel' have 'e. things from those above is a inuch abused animal Qemen. and that it is de- punishment-if caught' ?v mean, but will know the have had to learn son16 of us have learne.d to con- all persons, numbers and Drtunate persons, infinite md, lYe have also found Q teachers' jokes. although 'everenced on account Ol lie algng to make friends CLASS OIF NINETY-NINE. 9 In composition .a. young lady.once tried to Write a pathetic story about the death of Virginia. She nearly succeeded in moving the class to tears, but the effect was broken by one expression, for when she read, And the plebs were so- angry that they threw tin cans and eve-rything else that they could lay their hands on at Appius Claudius, the class burst into a roar of laughter. Another young lady in writing a composition on the Battle of Lake Regillus had bul- lets flying through the air. And now in conclusion, we thank the Seniors for the delicate ho-nor paid to the Freshmen's literary ability in giving us o-nly one week to Write our class history, while the other classes had to have much longer.. We apprecia.te the compliment. However, we try not to be too much elated and sign ourselves humbly, your obedient, A FRESHIES.

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'9xlYfF f f 3 crass or NINETY-NINE. py is that people whose annals are short, the same brilliant pupil alnswered, lt means that the children are happy because they don't have to study so much history. The other day we were reading Haw- thorne's Feathertop, who was a scarecrow trans- formed into- a living being by witchcraft. He was much admired for his elegant manners, his title and fine dress. Amo-ng his admirers was a young lady who fell desperately in love with this living scarecrow. A young gentleman, on being asked for the moral of the story, said it showed that American girls would marry anything to get a. title. Even in that dead and dlusty language, Latin, we do not lack merriment when we can translate, 'fFabricius cenabat ad focum radices- et .herbasfy Fabricius ate radishes and greens before his hearth. i But we have not spent all our'time in making bright remarks, for at last camethe great contest be- tween the Seniors and Juniors when we were guyed so shamefully and unjustly by the Sophomores-and others. Why this should have been we do not know. All the other classes had held meetings, elected of- w ficers and chosen colo-rs and yellsg while we had se- lected only o-ur colors and yell, thinking it unneces- sary to elect officers. We chose red and yellow for our colors so that we might wipe out the disgrace attached to these beauti- ful tints. But the other classes failed to realize our noble purpose and instead of admiring us they have called us Spaniards ever since. But we have learned many things from those above us. They tell us that a pony is a much abused animal ridden by Seniors and collegemen, and that it is de- rived from the Latin poena, punishment-if caught. We do not know what they mean, but will know when we are Seniors. But we have had to learn some things for ourselves. Most of us have learne.d to con- jugate the verb flunk in all persons, numbers and mo-ods-mostly in the unfortunate persons, infinite number and despondent mood. 'We have also found it best always to laugh at the teachers' jokes. although some of them should be reverenced on account of their age. It helps a grade along to make friends with the teachers. .L i. 4, , In composition pathetic story aj nearly succeeded effect was broker read, And the pl tin cans and evgrr hands on at Appl-- roar of laughter,

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L12iHi2'f. L .ifffif .2wwitwf',.ff ,iii '!le'SfX'ie1i AJ1. fr .F I F CI ASS OF NINETY-NINE. SOPHOMORE The Raving Cwlth Apologies to Edgar Allen Poej Once upon a hill side dreary st-ood a High School large and cheery, ' Overlooking all the city down unto the river's shoreg Here there dwelt in sweet communion, classes four, a stalwart union, Known 'as Senior, Junior, Freshman and the jolly Sopho- more. And the fore-most of the classes was the jolly Sophomore. Only this and nothing more. Ah, distinctly we remember, it was inthe bright September, l1Vhen as Freshmen we gained entrance at that wide and F open door. ' Every Freshman heart was burning with a thirst for higher learning, So our fo-o-tsteps we were turning to those halls of ancient lore, I Seeking for the knowledge needed to make of each a Sophomore. Freshmen then and nothing mo-re. ., .-f'f:,.A ' f ' ' mnmhn1 ,, N., -V45 F- . -7 , 77 A-,w g Mk A Y A 'V V .- V- --'. ' v' . ' . , 4 Mm.- I ,.. And the next year , of learning, And our hearts no yore, Then we set our hear inning And we set all thin before BY any other class Vxf' All our teachers love queerly, VVhen they give ug and soreg But never o'er such cool to flurry, VVe just try again r Till at last we are score, To stay i'