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

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he JUNIOR CLASS C C2349 C5133 9159 GWKQU PQ S EIU? gg wv VOLUME VI - - MAY, 1927 PUBLISHED BY CENTRAL JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL SOUTH BEND, INDIANA

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1' Gif The Junior Classic Q6 A Fairy Tale Once upon a time, long ago, there was a king. He was not a happy king. There were only two people that knew the reason for his unhap- piness. They were his daughters. Annabelle, the elder, was the more beautiful of the two. She had golden hair and blue eyes, but she was cross and ill-humored. She treated her sister as a servant. She was cruel to her. Helene was beautiful in a lovely way. She was generous and kind. She was always happy, and was always trying to make everyone around her happy. Helene was just the opposite of Anna- belle. She was dark complexioned. Annabelle and Helene knew that the king went for a walk every morning. They also knew that, during this walk, he met an enormous monster, horrible to look upon. This monster demanded everything to eat that was fit for a king to eat. And it was not long before the dreadful creature had eaten almost everything in the kingdom. The king soon saw what would happen if he couldn't find some way to rid the kingdom of this monster. He issued a proclamation stat- ing, that whoever would kill the monster would get half of the kingdom. But, if he lost, he would have to forfeit his head. Now, Annabelle was very greedy. Even so, she had many suitors for her hand. She told her suitors that if they would fight this mon- ster and kill him she would marry the winner. Many tried but failed. This angered Annabelle. Now Helene had only one sweetheart, who was a poor peasant. One day he came and bade her good-bye. Arthur told her he was going to try to kill this monster. He said, lf I fail, it will mean just one poor man less in the world. After days of pleading, she consented to let him go, for she knew this would be the only way to win him. Alf he won, he could get her hand, for he wou1dn't be a poor man any longer. YVhen the people heard his decision they laughed. They told him he was very foolish. But he said nothing could stop him. lVhen the king heard this he shook his head. But through a mere coincidence, Arthur killed the monster. YVhen the kingdom heard this they rejoiced. Arthur received half of the kingdom and Helene as a wife. And they lived happily forever after. -BONNYLIN BARNES, 8A. A Boy, s Reward It was in the year 12252 that the great ad- venture befell Robin, son of a distinguished lord, there at his royal majesty's castle, Delvin. Robin was a sturdy, well built boy of eighteen. His very countenance bespoke hardihood and vigor. He was happy when out-of-doors tilting. Richard, the king's brother, seemed very much attracted to Robin, and very often the two could be seen having a friendly encounter in the tilt- yard. Richard had many times spoken to the king of Robin and his ambitions. It happened on a bright, sunny morning that a hunt was proposed. As you may imagine, Richard's influence helped Robin to become a proud member of the hunt in whichhe held the much-coveted position of personal body- guard to the king. As the merry little band rode under the arch of the castle's entrance, all the assembled people gave throat to a mighty cheer. . As befitted a king, Henry proceeded to give instructions to various groups. It chanced that Richard, Henry, and Robin were in one group. As Robin led the way, from the height of his horse he thought he saw something move in the brush. He held up his bow and let fly. Vvith a most ear-splitting shriek a huge monster rushed straight for the king, who had by this time dismounted. lVith a mighty heave' Robin launched himself from the back of his horse straight for the back of the hairy one! With a thud Robin hit the brute who crumpled in a heap. VVith a knife in hand, Robin struck once, twice, thrice, straight into the savage heart of the beast. As he arose, covered with gore, the king advanced upon him and said: Tomorrow at noon shalt thou have the great honor bestowedvupon thee. The next day came, as days have a habit of doing. It was Eve minutes after noon when Robin arose as Sir Robin Falsworth, Knight of the Bath, graced by his majesty's hand. - GERALD Davis, 9B. ...g . -5931.92 A .... .-- Mmm m f! IPage Forty-fivel

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Calf The Junior Classic Ye? A A Story From the Past One day, while searching for clothes in which to dress up, I came upon a beautiful old gown in a hair-trunk in the attic. It was fashioned after the style of the early nineteenth-century gowns, having a tight, short bodice and a long, full skirt. Around the neck was a bertha of rare old lace trimmed with tiny black ribbons and rosebuds, and the skirt was so full that it fairly took my breath away. It was entirely covered with dainty rullles, and in the most un- expected places it was caught up with a few tiny rosebuds. But what I liked most was the color, the whole dress was made of a heavenly blue taffeta. Perhaps, I thought, Grandmother might know something about this dress. So, gathering it carefully into my arms, I hurried downstairs to where she sat, absorbed in memo- ries of the past. I hated to disturb her, but I wanted so much to hear about the dress, so I entered theroom. Stepping quietly across the room, I laid the dress on her lap. She looked quickly around, then, spying me, she smiled and inquired as to what mischief had brought me here. I explained, and when she saw how much in earnest I was, she consented to tell me about it. Well, she began, it would be a long story were I to tell you about all the parties to which I have worn this gown. I'll just tell you about the one I enjoyed most. Here she paused and I noticed a dreamy, far-away look in her eyes. This dress has brought me luck, for it was when I was wearing it that I met your Grandfather. I was sitting at the breakfast table in our big colonial house outside town one morning when I heard the postman's carriage come creaking down the road. As I was always eager for mail, I jumped up from the table and ran out. There was but one letter for me-a tiny, perfumed lavender one. I hurriedly opened it and found, to my surprise, a dainty invitation to a ball given the next night at my friend's home in the city. I fairly Hew back into the house to tell my father about it and to get his consent, which proved harder than I thought. For although I had been to several dances in the immediate neighborhood, I had never attended a real ball in a city. Father was entirely against 'the plan. I told him that I felt sure I could stay with my cousin in the city over night after the ball, but Father would not hear of it, and though I argued and pleaded, it was in vain. All the rest of the day I moped around the house, refusing food and sympathy from all. The next morning at breakfast Father looked across the table at me and said: 'lVell, daughter, then if you must go. I gues you must., I was so surprised that I actually jumped I rode into town, carrying my party clothes in a bag beside me. I stayed with my cousin who was also going to the ball, and when the hour had come, we set out toward the house of our friend. I scarcely remember anything about the party after the time when I met your Grand father, for I was so rattled I hardly knew when it was time to leave. lVe danced and danced through the whole evening, and not once did I look at another man. After that night he came to see me often, and I really think that that time was the happiest time of my life. And now, dearie, you had better run outside s Finally it was settled, and early that ae 7 and play, for I've told you a much longer story than I intended. So I ran out and lefther to muse by herself. -VIRGINIA VVH1'r:uoRE, QB. A My favorite character in fiction is Pegg Raymond, the principal character in Harrie Smith's book, The Girls of Friendly Terracenf Peggy is tall, slender, healthy and light-com- plexioned. From her reddish-brown top-knot to the tip of her toes she is always bubbling over with life and joyous energy. She has a disposi- tion every girl would like to possess. She has patience, which is a quality not common in many. Besides patience, she has honesty, kind-E ness, sympathy, and joyfulness. She under- stands her friends and is a perfect friend to- have. One day she took some poor children out for a picnic. After they had lunch, the children ran OH' to play, while she and her friends picked up the left-over food. Soon one child came back with an arm full of tulips. After being asked where she had picked them, she told Peggy she had found them in a farmer's yard. Peggy told her she must not do that any more. But instead of letting the matter stop at that point, she went up to the farmhouse and explained it to the kind old lady who appeared in the doorwayt- ' I selected Peggy because she is exactly the kind of a person I would like for a neighbor. Even for a distant friend, she would be de- sirable. -Rosi: Szsso, SA. IPaize Forty-sixl 1 My Favorite Character in Fiction , Y 1: