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

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GE The Junior Classic cf A Day in 1998 It was on a chilly morning in the year 1998 when I came out of Slumberland. being quite sick. A slight push upon a button beneath my pillow. brought my hecto-telegraphy set be- fore me. A few turns on a small dial brought me in contact with my physician in Paris, and I informed him of my sad condition. Upon his request. I adjusted my wrist to the mouthpiece so he could time my pulse. I then adjusted my face to the television part of the apparatus so he could observe the color of my face and tongue. After a careful examination. my doctor came to the conclusion that I needed some cold food in order to relieve my high temperature. I pressed another button. which caused an opening in the floor. revealing a swimming pool. A pair of sliding rollers carried me into the refreshing water. Five minutes later I found myself amid revolving towels, my clothes com- ing toward me on a revolving wire. My table was automatically set, and I proceeded to eat my breakfast. It consisted of boiled pomadoes. toast, apploranges, sauer-kraut fresh from Ger- many. and a cup of aich tu ow . I then moved to the window sill, where my monoplane was parked. As the earth was get- ting extremely crowded. I was obliged to take the air from my apartment which was on the forty-second story. I pulled the latch and was soon among the clouds, going only about two hundred and fifty miles an hour. An air-traffic officer came along and gave me a ticket for blocking trathc by going so slowly. I then drove to an air station on the roof of a sky-scraper, filling up with Pyrene Tetrachlorden. Twenty minutes later I came within sight of the North Pole and was soon eating a delicious Eskimo pie, according to my doctor's orders. I then flew back home in order to be in time for dinner. After dinner I tuned in on the latest news, some of which was: Thirty-six pedestrians of the air Cbirdsl were killed by air-machines. - The erection of all buildings under sixty stories is prohibited. After listening to this news I decided to visit the museum. Having left my apartment. I dis- covered the weather to be chilly and rainy. Immediately I went to some of the neighbors and managed to get them to sign a petition urging the change of the weather. YVith this petition I went to the Ylfeather Bureau. which controlled the weather in our neighborhood. My request was granted, and soon the huge ma- chines began to revolve until the weathcr IPasze cleared. I had not visited the museum for quite a time and was glad of this opportunity. One of the interesting objects of old was a circular silver contraption. This odd device was used by the ancients to tell time. Another peculiar ob ject was a high-lleeled shoe which had battled scientists for years. It has recently been dis covered that this was a shoe used to elevate women. One of the most interesting relics was a peculiar rectangular little object called a Ford. According to tradition. it was more in the air than on the ground. lVhat I gazed most upon. however. was a queer monster the ancients called a horse, used once to haul loads. -Xfter observing all these interesting relics, I returned to my apartment. where a letter awaited me from the President. Reading it I found that he appointed me ambassador to Mars. I dictated my acceptance to my stenog rapher, a small apparatus typing as I dictated I packed immediately and prepared for the trip I then entered my sky-dromobile. which carried me high into the clouds. Just then my motor failed and I strapped a pair of wings to myself, jumping out of the machine. Much to my Grief these also failed, and I fell head first down down-down-down I Just as my head hit the hard pavement, I awoke and fell out of-bed. It was only 1927' Max BAER 9A Break o Day The sky is cloudy, dark, and gray, And o'er the hills no hint of day No rosy hue of morning light Making all the heavens bright' Can be seen. Now overhead, The sun's not on his pathway sped. Naufrht can you hear' and naught can e But suddenly the old church bell Rings out and the gray curtain parts Cheering sad and lowly hearts. And now the play-it has begun, Now comes the gold burnished sun. Gleaminv' as it rises there, Hanging golden in mid-air. And with it, it doth bring The songs of birds, Ah, how they sing And chatter there right merrily IVhile gleam the heav'ns majesticallyf The waterfalls and streamlets roar More heartily than eier before. All Nature's creatures are at play, All are happy-'tis break o' day. BIARGARET McCowAN SB I' s , -. - I c J , . . V . . 1 . . O , ,, t llg . .. V . V . a . . , . Forty-eightl

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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

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- GE The Junior Classic Q16 - Magic of the Great Machines A sharp hiss of steam, a deep. throbbing sound. and the large monster begins moving its long iron arms. They move faster and faster as the cylinders explode with a dull boom. till- ing the spacious room with sounds not unlike those of far-otf cannon, or the deep roar of the heating surf. How irresistible, strong, powerful and ma- jestic is your feeling as the great machine pounds its way onward. seemingly getting no- where. but still accomplishing wonders. How small you feel compared with that strong. steel- wrought magic wonder! How puny, weak and incomparable do you feel as you see that large piston pushing, cramming thousands of pounds of energy into those whirring, ponderous wheels! How mysterious are all those clocks, gauges and switches, the only keys or indexes to that ponderous thing's heart. The few simple de- vices that hold it from spending its powerful forces in creating disaster may break. How wonderful it is that a touch of this. a pull of that. and that raging giant is turned into a noiseless, motionless and-aside from its ma- jestic beauty-a common thing! The wonder of wonders, the slaves of the age are these huge, magic machines! Howsiw S.u.zwEDi-:L, 9.-X. , A Cowboy He was a lone horseman, wearing a huge, hlack sombrero, which hid his whole face from view. Covering his legs were chaps, and at the bottom of his legs you could see a high- heeled boot from which dangled a spur. YVhen he walked, you could hear that unmistakable jingle of California spurs. He wore a wool shirt, and around his neck was a silk handker- chief which waved in the wind. He was leading a cream-colored horse which showed the remarkable instinct of Arabian blood. On its back, was a large western saddle upon which the name Lady was carved. The worn butt of a YVin,chester rifle hung from his saddle holster. -THI-:LMA SANNER, SA. Original Conclusion to Hawthorne's Ambitious Guest i'Thc slide! The slide! The simplest words must intimate. but not portray. the unutterable horror of the catas- trophe. To the cellar! To the cellar! yelled the master of the house. Immediately all steps were turned toward the kitchen, and soon the little family group was huddled together in the tiny storm-cellar far below the ground. Overhead the wind howled and shriekedg great boulders came crashing down the moun- tain sideg trees were heard crashing on all sides. The roar of the dreaded slide shook the whole mountain side, and promised annihilation to everything in the dreadful course of the ava- lanche. The little children, shaking with fear, clung to the skirts of their beloved mother. But the inn seemed in the hands of Providence through that long night, for not a window was shattered nor a scratch made on the worn, loved walls. Dawn came, and the thunder of the great slide slowly ceased. The little group again mounted the narrow steps down which. not ten hours before, they had descended in terror, now entering the homey room again. But W01'dS cannot express the sight which met their eyes upon looking out of the windows. They knelt and thanked Him for their miraculous escape. It is now twenty-six years later. The Presi- dent of the United States has just entered into his new position at the YVhite House. He is none other than the courageous young stranger-the Ambitious Guest--he, who stopped at the humble inn that night. His bright and happy wife is the beautiful young lass whom he met there. His name now is known throughout all nations, not only for his high position, but for his noble character and his marvelous paintings. He is to become the idol of all nations and ages because of his courageous deeds and high ideals. -ELE.axoiz ELLio'rr, SIB. GX? 'SSP LP:-me Forty-ninel