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

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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:

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GE The Junior Classic Q8 Aunt Maude Learning to Control Her Henry Aunt Maude got a new Ford for her birthday and was determined to learn to drive it that very day. I'll just sit in it for a while. she said, and get used to the hang of the thing. She sat there for fifteen minutes. pulling and releasing the brake. I'll try starting it now, she thought. So she released the emergency brake. Now, let's see. she said. You put your left foot on that do-jigger there and shove it clear in. She grabbed the wheel and steered straight ahead, but the car did not move. She had for- gotten to turn on the gas and step on the starter. After she was well started and in the country, the car stopped. Aunt Maude pulled this and pushed that. Still the car did not move. Now, can you beat that? said she. I'm blest if I know what to do now. She looked around, but there was no one in sight. Guess I'll have to sit here like a hen on a china egg. That is just what she looked like. The sun was hotg so was Aunt Maude. So, too. was the car. but that was what Aunt Maude didn't know. Half an hour went by. Still no one appeared. In desperation Aunt Maude did all those things she had been taught. Imagine her surprise when the car moved-not forward, but backward! Heavenly days Y cried Aunt Maude. can you beat that? No wonder they call you Lizzie. More through luck than anything else her foot slipped off of the reverse pedal and she threw the clutch into low. lVith a sudden jump for- ward the car pitched ahead, while her foot slipped off of the clutch. and the car at once went into full speed. Finally she arrived home just as she ran out of gas. Mother was on the back porch looking for her anxiously. YVell, you did learn, how, didn't you? ex- claimed Mother, with astonishment. Surely I did, said Aunt Maude without a guilty look. It's just as easy as the agent said. BIURRAY Htvrcmxsox, TB. The Surprise Show Once we decided to give a surprise show. The admission was to be one potato, or. if this Wasn't to be had, any sort of fruit. The show Was to be held in my back yard because the theatre could be constructed under a grape vine which shaded us and which kept those who were peeking in from seeing the show. The stage was constructed by placing long boxes four feet apart and nailing planks on them. These planks bent alarmingly when walked upon, but we decided that they would last. There were to be three acts, and we all practiced very hard for the coming event. At last the day came. A capacity crowd of seventeen arrived to see the show. A total of eight potatoes, tive apples, two bananas and two oranges was collected. The first act fea- tured Sam and Ham and their colored minstrel show de luxe. Sam and Ham walked away with the honors because their colored minstrel show de luxe. which was a cat. refused to act. The Great American Philharmonic Orchestra was next. He played several spirited tunes on his harmonica, and then, amid much clapping and cheering, marched off the stage. The last act was the Premier lYorld's Heavy-weight prize tight, featuring Jack Dempsey versus Louis Firpo. These two were boxing furiously and with spirit, when a board Qwhich had been purposely brokenj fell in. The unfortunate Mr. Firpo got his foot caught in the hole, and before he could get out, the referee, who was I, had awarded the worlcl's title to Jack Dempsey. The show was ended. QPAUL SILBI-:mx.xN, 9B. THE BROOK You merry, rippling little brook, Oh, what you seem to say. Does tend to make me happier Through all the livelong day. At sparkling morn, when I awake, I hear you bubbling so, That if the world were made of brooks I'd hear your voice, I know. At hot and dusty noontide You always seem to say, Ah, cooler I help make the earth As I flow on my way. But in the drowsy evening, Your beauty brighter gleams: Amid the darkening shadows Your voice a fairy seems. Singing charming melodies To the soft and silver moon. All through the night your voice, I know. Must keep that fairy tune. Ah. happy little brooklet. You small to some may seemg t Yet your mission-that of happiness- Is quite worth while, I deem. -Martha Jane Fields, SB. lPasze Forty-Sevehl