Central Junior High School - Junior Classic Yearbook (South Bend, IN)

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SE The Junior Classic SQ 1 w 1 1 1 w GIRL RESERVES Upper row: Left to right, Alice Hathaway, Evelyn Ma tthews, Annabelle Sutton, Ruth Stebbins, Lois Vurpillat, Marigrace Turner, Ellen Graff, Doris I-Ieminger, Kathleen Carroll, Dean Rogers. Helen Lacer, Idah Palmiter. Lower row: Jane Carn. Zella Atwood, Dorothy Hutson, Opal Hutson, June Turnock, Gladys Mitchell, Geraldine Erhardt, Valda Buck, Nelda Warburtonf they were repeating the code, the phrase Loyal to Friends came to their minds and they de- cided to tell the rest of the girls about the new group. IVhen the story was told, all of the girls wanted to visit the new group or have them visit the club room. The next week the new club and the old one had a joint meeting 'When the new club met, they decided to adopt as their motto, Loyal to Friends , because Betty and Hope were becoming fast friends to them and they felt very much indebted to the girls for the club. . A month or so after the new club had been started, you could pick out the tenement house where the new Girl Reserves lived. because flowers of all kinds could be seen peeping from the windows, and in the yard back of the build- ing. The windows had been washed and neat white curtains had been put up. The floors and steps were scrubbed and everybody remarked about the improved appearance of that par- ticular tenement building. The secret of it all was that the girls were working for their honors. YVhen the banquet was held the next May, and the rings were awarded, three girls out of the tive became the proud owners of the much coveted G. R. ring. TRIALS OF A WOULD-BE POET I've tried and tried and tried again, But never could succeed. I've racked my brain and lost my head, To write something fit to read. I sit and stare and stare and stare: I scratch my head and mess my hair, But I fear that I shall never be A writer of real poetry. It's very hard to write some verse, When there are other things to do, But the teacher makes you sit right down, And work it through and through. Well, now I've done the best I can. Though it's not first class 'tis true, For you're supposed to make it rhyme, And have some rhythm, too. lPns:e Twenty-Oriel

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- Gif The Junior Classic 39 1 CAM P FIRE CAMP FIRE GIRLS OF CENTRAL JUNIOR HIGH A Camp Fire Celebration 'Twas just about the middle of March, The Camp Fire Girls were gay, For Mother Campfire was to come To them that very day, And call on groups to make reports, And find out everything That had happened since she'd come beforeg And that was way last spring. The girls of Central Junior High Put in a special plea. That she might visit their school first And all things there first see. When she arrived, she called the roll: , And all the groups were still. She spoke in very gentle tonesg Tanda came first on the bill. Here , the Tandas answered, And then came Debwewin, Ikanhiluse, and Otakuyeg Then came lVanakiwin. Sakiwayungi. Otakuye, All answered, We are here' , Wapata and Nawakwa '. Answered to their call. Then Waokiya, Twasaysa, The last groups of them all. Each told about her honors. Her symbols and her beads. And when it came to Nature Told how to plant her seeds And weed and hoe and everything, Until 'twas very clear, Though it had been a long, long time, They'd remembered through the year Mother Campfire was so pleased: She vowed it was the best Camp Fire time she'd ever seen. That year or all the rest. Then off she went to Riley, Or Muessel, I suppose: Or any of the other schools, lVhich one nobody knows. But this is confidential. Between just you and me. I believe in all the other schools None better did she see. fPaqe Twenty-threel