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

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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'

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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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, 'Y ':n 2 113' .,x , . 5. f V od a High School large and n unto the river's shOr63 'inion classes four. a stalwart fshnian and the l0llY Sopho' .65 was the jolly S0DhOmOfe' ting more, was in the bright September' gd entrance at that wide and immg with a thirst for higher ning to those halls of ancient 3 needed to make of each 9. d nothing rr1OYe- CLASS OF And the next year there returning with our increased store of learning, And our hearts no lo-nger yearning as they had in days of yore, Then we set our hearts on winning and we scored each single inning i And we set all things to spinning as theyld ne'er been spun before By any other class except the present Sophomore. This we did and something more. ' All our teachers love us dearly, though they show it rather queerly, When they give us tests and grades that make us very sad and soreg But never o'er such things we worry, we're too calm and cool to flurry, 'We just try again resolving to do better than before, Till at last we are rewarded and our grades are raised a score, , To stay up forevermore. NINVETY-NINE. I I VVhen our duties we are shirking and around us foes are lurking, Then we turn our falt'ring footsteps toward that dreadful T office doorg ' There our burdens are made lighter and our shadowed pathw- . ways brighter A By that kind and gentle master whom we very much adore. He's a solace for the sorrows of each weary Sophomore. ' May he reign forevermore. And our no-ble Doctor Crothers, whom we love above all others, 'Makes our class in Physiology grow in interest more and more, And we hear with greatest sorrow, VVe will speak of this tomorrow. VVhen the bell rings out its warning that the period's time is o'er. He is versed in ancient languages and sciences galore, All of this and plenty more.