Central High School - Zenith Yearbook (Duluth, MN)

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manner, reached. But, as we go out into the world, we still strive after that perfection we hope to attain. :fx f f . 'if ' 243, ff V , 1 7-. K '! I iii Q J L0 B VII if .1 . f I X r r X 'l SENIOR SCRAPS. NVhen Senior girls wear heavy braids, And Iiatten down their hair They do it just, for fun you know And-L0 show that hair is there. Why is the face on the clock in Miss Robinsons' room, cracked? Myrna washes ber hair with wool soap. We hope it will not shrink. Dido died, Oh, Dido did. Miss TAYLOR: No tailor made her, And yet 'tis true As skies are blue. She is ai Taylor maid. 2, 4 I .fi , 6,4 C 17

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Seniors, with infinite charity and tact, suggested giving itjointly. We worked together in peace and harmony, except for the few inevitable jokes. We satisfied ourselves later, however, by giving a successful party all alone. Our work this year was harder, but we were more able to cope with it, and we enjoyed it, in spite of Cxsar's ghosts. Our Zenith Board this year, profiting by their first year's experience, insisted on a written agreement with the Seniors, and, in spite of ridicule, we found that the black and white system worked to perfection, Our yell was adopted this year, and it is such a good one that the 1903s forgot and gave it in chapel one morning. Thus, an example to the lower classmen, we completed our year, and the season passes on to the gorgeous autumn. ' III. AUTUMN. Uuniorsj , Autumn, with all its brilliant foliage and fruit, ushers in the harvest. So we, as juniors, began to reap the results of our first labors. It was by far the hardest year of the three, yet we can safely say it was the pleasantest. As Autumn's mellow glow tinges all things with warmth, so our genial coniradeship shed a glow over the toil of the year. I We gave ourselves totally to study, and only at the end of the year relaxed our discipline to give a picnic at Lester Park, which was all the more enjoyed for the rigour which had gone before. The junior-Senior reception was given the last Thursday evening of the term, and will be remem- bered by all present as the most successful reception on record. The leaves scatter and fall, the snows descend, and all gather around the crackling flames, and we pass on to the senior pear. IV. WINTER. QSeniors,j As winter's cold and snow without drives all to the shelter of home and hearth. So we Seniors, looking ahead and dreading the cold and loneliness in the outside world, unsheltered by our Alma Mater, have drawn close together to enjoy our last days, Our work has been lightened and we have enjoyed our social gatherings all the more for the separation so soon to come. In spite of mistakes and indiscretions, we have successfully completed the course. Our aims, our aspirations have been, in a 16

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SENIOR DANCE. Listen to me, and you shall hear about The senior party, and how it came out, It was just after our semester marks Had been tlxed up with the report card sharks. We left the care Worn world behind that night And drifted to an atmosphere so bright That happy memories linger still, As golden sunbeamscfer the Western hill. The sustenance brought for the inner man, Was eaten up on the accustomed plan. Their real fejstate was for the time forgotg They were certainly not an empty lot. St. Francis, asked to pass along: the tongue, Vehemently declared that she had none. Another one, who saw upon the stage, A tailors' dummy much advanced in age: Adorned with a loaf of bread for a head Announced to all that it appeared well bread. They also danced quadrilles out there. It was this wayg some one mounted a chair, And while Waving his arms delsartian style, He told them how to get mixed in a pile. And when the ice cream cooled their spirits down The party soon were homeward bound. 18