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

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-K The Junior Classic 3?-D I Capture Black Kangaroo Swishl Splash! I spun until I hit the icy waters with a plunge. Deluged by the mighty impact of my jump. I seemed to be swallowing gallons of water. I thought I would drown, but rising to the surface. I regained my pres- ence of mind long enough to see Black Kanga- roo! ship slowly drawing away from me, leav- ing me to the relentless waves, with no land in sight. I fancied that I heard Black Kanga- roois voice shouting, Stay there, you dog, and drownf Ye'll make good feedin' for the craw- fish. More than once ye came across my path, spoiling a booty-capture and treasure hunt. Stay there and rot with the cuttle-fish! My heart was having an argument with my judgment, my teeth were chattering worse than a quarreling squirrels I was cold, hungry, angry. humiliated. I, editor of the New York Times , and twice mayor of New York. had lm-n forced to walk the plank off the Sargasso I-lands. by a scoundrel, Black Kangaroo. But at present I could not launch my mind on con- tumptihle musings. Blindly I struck out in the fast-gathering darkness, swimming with easy, powerful strokes. A breeze had struck up, aid- ing my advance in these unknown waters. Trusting to Old Lady Luck , I soon saw straight ahead of me Black Kangaroo's rotten smack edging her way toward a small island halt' a mile distant. Noiselessly I cut through thi- water toward the ship. Shortly I reached thi trigate and groped around for the hawser. lfimliiig it. I awaited further developments. The pirates lowered a boat. and the entire crvw of twenty-two struck out for shore, seeking camp and a night's rest. Deeming it wise, I yvaiti-il till they had reached shore, when I scali-il the ship's side, aided by the hawser. The ship was now in my possession. Chuckling over my cleverness, I at-once attacked the hold in the fo'c'sle and drank- and ate till my sides hlllxi-nl in honor of this rare occasion. Taking :1 last look at the row of fires on the shore, I sr-viirt-il the ship for the night and went to sh--'p on a coil of rope decorating the front di-i-k. A The sun was rising. A zephyr from the northwest was making the waves dance a three- Nlvp polka to the tune of an operetta. Forcing my attention on the pirates. I surmised that they WPF1' leaving for the ship. My assumption ll owil correct when I saw the boat. which thcv l'f l uv.-il the day before. come slowly toward llni HNSCII Immediately I prepared for battle. Taking two of the six-inch cannon that were on the rear deck, I primed them, pointing them toward the pirates. Arming myself, I awaited the buc- caneers. chuckling over their surprise at finding me aboard. lVhen they came within range, I walked boldly on the side deck and fired at the ship, to frighten them as preliminary to what would follow. The boat was soon the scene of confusion, Black Kangaroo trying in vain to quiet his crew. Shut up, you dogs: can't you give me your undivided attention while you are still un- divided? I yelled. The amazement of Black Kangaroo at iinding me on his ship after supposing me dead was more than he could stand. He fired at me. But I ducked very easily, and soon bobbed up again, laughing at him. Now, look here, Mr. Kangaroo or Jackal or whatever animal you happen to be. I have you at cannon's point, and if you dogs try any of your monkey-shines, you'll all be decorating Davy Jones' locker. All you have to do to save your necks from amusing an audience via the gallows route is to obey my orders and shut up. If you don't. I'll break every one of your heathen bones. - Black Kangaroo bared his teeth and again tired. Again I ducked. Cried Black Kangaroo. I'll take no sass from a little urchin like you. Give me that ship, or I'll drown you for sure. Disregarding this last remark. I threw the pirates a tow-rope, shouting, Would you rather hang, or stay here? If you want to go along with me, I'll promise to be lenient with youg but if you don't. the Lord be lenient with you. 'With this I turned one of the cannons upon them and tired. This was the last straw, for Black Kangaroo yielded, attached the tow-rope to the boat, and in a twinkling I was homeward bound with the fiercest band of pirates that ever sailed the seas. all loudly lamenting their failure to post a sentinel on deck. Ere the trip to New York was done, Black Kangaroo had walked the plank exactly four- teen times. each time uttering oaths too profane to put on paper. On my arrival. I released the pirates to the police. Ten days later it was rumored that Black Kangaroo once more roamed the seas. -Smox Boonos, 9.-L IPas:e Forty-threel

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Qi The Junior Classic go A The Day of Atonement Orthodox Version. The Talmud, the Hebrew book of learning, commands the Jewish people to observe on thc eighteenth of October, a Day of Atonement, Yom Kippur. This day has been kept by Jewish people ever since the time of Moses. Night drops its lovely mantle over peaceful Jews. Everyone has eaten the last meal and taken his last drink, for the Jewish law says that no one may eat or drink on the Day of Atonement. About six o'clock we enter the Shui. The men go downstairs and the women go upstairs. Contrary to the customs of all other religions is the Jewish religiong the men do not take off their hats, but they wear a white scarf thrown about them, a talles. Every boy when he reaches his thirteenth birthday receives one. Soon the chazzan, the cantor, will begin the services which are in Hebrew. Everyone prays in groups, as do the Chinese children when studying their lessons, and the result, strange as it may seem, is harmonious to the ear. After a few hours of this praying in unison, the congre- gation breaks up. Early the next morning the congregation will again come to the synagogue, and at nine o'clock services are held in memory of the dead. These services are called Esquer. Every girl, boy, man. and woman who has a dead parent comes to the synagogue, or at least they should come, to say Esquer. It is noon and the congregation still continues praying. We notice some children eating cook- ies, and although we are not hungry we are very thirsty, for you know we have not had any water since tive o'clock of the night before. We grow restless and go outside for awhile. Many, many years ago the Day of Atone- ment, although a day of sorrow, was also Dan Cupid's day, for at the synagogue many a young man met his mates But now, in the twentieth century things are changed, and youths plan future pleasures when they leave the synagogue to come outside and gossip. As soon as we are seated, a Rabbi begins to speak. He talks about a mother who gave up in one day her seven sons for God. The mother was Hannah, who lived during the time of the Roman empire. Because the seven young boys would not give up the religion of their forc- fathers and worship the Roman governor in- stead of God, they were put to death, and the mother in a moment of great grief killed her- Self. lVe wipe a few tears from our eyes fur- tively, as if ashamed of ourselves. But on look- ing around we see many women crying, doubt- less they are mothers. The Rabbi closes his speech with a few kind words in which he says that he hopes that the congregation will in the future refrain from sinning. Again the congregation prays to God for forgiveness, and not only do some pray, but they also sob bitterly. Only their Maker knows why. Downstairs in the main part of the syna- gogue, some men walk up to the holy ark and draw aside the rich drapery to take out the Holy Torrahs, which are scrolls, each about a foot thick with beautiful coverings. The men walk around with the Torrahs and everyone kisses them. The Jewish people observe a Spe cial holiday each year, in memory of giving them the temple. One man takes Torrah to the altar where the chazzan, who is dressed in a long flowing white robe and a white hat like that which a cardinal reads that part of it which pertains to the Day of Atonement. It is two o'clock and we are so very, thirsty: but yet we must not sin on the day when we are atoning for our past Again we go outside and converse, and for third time we enter the synagogue. The zan, who has a wonderful voice, begins to a Hebrew hymn. A pin can be heard, for congregation is quiet. Six o'clock finds us again outside.the syna gogue for a little fresh air. WVe have spoken a word to an acquaintance, when a man comes out and tells us to come in to hear Shaffer , which is the blowing of a horn the Chazzan in memory of the high priest of the Holy Temple in Jerusalem when he called the Jewish people together. During the cere- mony God's name is mentioned, and all the Co gregation bow in adoration, just as the high priest did thousands of years ago when he en- tered the Holy of Holies. As soon as Shaffer is ended so is the Day of Atonement, and everyone goes home to a big meal prepared the day before. -DOROTHY Hi-:RsHB1-:RG, 9A. - THE CARDINAL With a Hash ofared and a flapping of wings, Whistling a low, clear note to his mate, 'Tis a cardinal soaring very high Above the tree-tops into the sky. ' -Ruth Gore, 8A. lPage Forty-twol

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-QE The Junior Classic 26 The Oregon Trail A Book Review. This book is of the non-fiction type. and is considered a classic of literature, dealing with travel and adventure. Most of the happenings took place in the West about 1849 at the time when gold was discovered. Francis Parkman. the author of the story, was an historian and adventurer. He had had poor health from boyhood on. but being a man of high aims and a lover of action, he went ori' on the Oregon trail for a study of the red man in his primeval state. Parkman had kindliness, modesty, sociability and humor, be- sides possessing those traits so noticeable in his books. He no doubt had a very strong, heroic character. He was a splendid word- painter of heroes, and must have had a wonder- ful imagination. The chief characters of the story are Park- man, Shaw, Henry Chantillon, and Des- lauriers. Not much is said of Quincy Adams Shaw, only that he was a companion and rela- tive of Parkman. Henry Chantillon was the guide and hunter of the party. He was tall and well built, and had a frank and open ex- pression. His chief characteristics were that he was an honorable, trustworthy, and kind man. His bravery and skill were known throughout the iVest. Deslauriers was the muleteer of the party. Neither fatigue. exposure, nor hard labo: could ever lessen his cheerfulness or politeness. 'When night came. he would smoke his pipe and tell stories. He, like Chantillon, knew the prairie better than anything else. One of the most exciting incidents is a buf- falo hunt. The party had been camped on the Platte river for several days, and had seen no signs of buffalo. One day there was a shout of Buffalol in camp. Over on the hillsides were some bulls grazing. Making ready for the hunt, Parkman and some others started out. Making a circuit to keep out of sight, Parkman and Shaw rode toward the herd and then stopped behind a ridge to load their guns. Riding toward the buffalo at a gallop, they scared the herd into :i stampede. A cloud of dust went upg tinally. after some galloping, the animals sep- arated into small groups. Soon Parkman urged his horse close to a bull. He tired, but it only wounded the monster. After this, Parkmanls horse started on a run because he was fright- ened by the bull. and very soon Parkman could no longer see the herd. After some running. his horse came to :i ridge from the top of which he could see the herd again. He loaded his pistols and soon was abreast a large bull which turned and charged and then ran away. The Oregon Trail is one of the best stories of travel and adventure I have ever read, My reasons for my opinion are: first. the story is very realistic: second. it shows a great deal of action. '-IXTNOXYLES SMITH, TA. General Lew Wallace's Study In the small town of Crawfordsville. in the west-central part of Indiana. is the home of General Lew 'Wallace Visitors are not allowed in his home. but they are allowed in the build- ing where he wrote most of his books. His study is in the yard at one side of the house. The grounds are very spacious, having many beautiful old trees and gravelled paths. In the study we saw the chair where Wallace sat when he wrote. In the center of the room is a small table with a glass top which protects the relics underneath. iVe looked at these ob- jects with much interest because here were the very pen and pencil lVallace used. M'e also saw the original manuscript of Ben Hur. It is written very carelessly in pencil, scratched out and re-written in many places. Beside it, is the copy which he made in ink. Near these is a copy of one of his first published books. In glass cases are letters written by Lincoln, Garfield, and many other notable persons. There are many portraits and flags on the walls. But what is that machine across the room? The old keeper replies that there are pictures of the Civil Yvar in it. Just put your eyes over that hole, Miss, and you'll see the picture. YVhenever you wish to see another. just turn the knob and it will appear, Miss. lVe saw pictures of soldiers and battlefields. By the time we had seen all fifty pictures, we had some idea of the way the soldiers and battle scenes appeared. It is often said that the rooms were hallowed by YVallace's Ben Hur being written there, but this is not a fact. for the book was written many years before the library was built. YVe had been in the study three-quarters of an hour before we noticed that the room is entirely lighted by an enormous skylight which covers the entire ceiling and lights the room more effectively than if windows furnished the light. As we walk down the path to our automobile, we are very glad that we visited the library of the great author. General Lew Yvallace. -Jaxx-: Cnockerr, TA. lPa2e Forty-fourl