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

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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

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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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Gig The Junior Classic 319 V A Little Friend of Mine One of the most interesting children I have known is a neighbor of ours. She is three years old and has blue eyes and light hair. She learned to talk when very young, and as her parents use good English. she uses it, too. She reminds one of an old lady because she uses such grown- up expressions. VVhen she is telling a story, every little while she will say, And presentlyn. She has an imaginary friend whom she calls Dorothy. lVhen her mother is working, she tells her that Dorothy wants to come in: so her mother goes to the door and lets her in. Dorothy takes part in her work and play. and even goes to bed with her. She also has a rag doll of whom she is very fond. YVhen she goes to the store she takes this doll with her. Every time she goes there, she wants animal crackers. So when the clerk sees her, she says, Here comes the little 'animal crackers' girl. Before she leaves the store she has her box. She is very generous and will- ing to share its contents with her friends. It is a pleasure to have her visit us, and we always enjoy talking about her after she is gone. 'MILLARD PATTERSON, SA. Sports at the Y The Y. M. C. A. sponsors many activities for boys of the junior high school age. Many of the students from the Central Junior High go there during lunch hour to eat and to play games. Only those who are members can play games. There are checkers, ping-pong, bankum, bil- liards, ring 0' let, darts, pool and other games that may be played for recreation during the noon hour. The members pay ten cents an hour for pool. The charges for the other games are five cents. The members deposit five cents in case they break anything. They have other sports, such as archery and rifle practice. Those who want to join archery pay Fifty cents. The HY furnishes material for making the bows and six arrows. There they instruct you how to make your bow and arrows, and how to hit the marks. Tuesday night is church night, and one church plays against another. In the summer time they play baseball. and in the winter, basket- ball. More students ought to avail themselves of the opportunity for sports and recreation of- fered by the -Rom-:RT KNEPP, TB. Waste Basket Chatter Here comes that gum-chewing 8B class. I suppose I'll be loaded with gum before the class is over. That gum! I wish it had never been manufactured. My sides are beginning to feel as though thev had been made for it There now, the poor dears are having a test-not an easv one, either. The teacher says, lVhat, no paragraphs? You re-copy this . . . I thought so. I'll be Hlled with paper by the time the dav is over. But I'd rather be filled with paper than with gum That bov might watch where he's going. The idea! Stepping on my toes! The girl w 0 just put her paper in my mouth certainly has manners. She didn't even touch me. However, I thought I'd had enough to eat for one day but Johnny would empty that pencil sharpener in mv mouth. The mixture of paper, gum and sawdust doesn't taste good, and I am sure I'll The teacher is locking up now, so I suppose I'll have to sit here and tell mv troubles to the clock. .Iizav Bsxxi-:TT SB The Convlct Ship One of the most interesting things I have ever seen is the Convict Ship. I saw it last summer when it lay anchored at Michigan City. This ship was built in 1790 at Moulmein in British India. This old Convict Ship is by many years the oldest ship afloat today and it is now the only remaining survivor of England's fleet of felon transports. Among some of the interesting relics I re- call are: The Branding Iron which is arrow- shaped and with which convicts were branded on the palms of the handsg leg-irons varying in weight from seven to fifty-six poundsg Pun- ishment Ball, dragged by the prisoners up and down the deck for an hour each dayg Cat-o'- Nine-Tails, made of strands of raw-hide, bound with brass wire and tipped with pellets of lead and used as whips: Compulsory Baths, where convicts who had been Hogged were placed and their backs washed in salt watery the Iron Maiden. one of a very few specimens of these instruments of torture now in existence. This boat is now owned by Captain I. H. Smith of our own state and is exhibited solely as an educational object lesson in prison re- form. 1hlARY I.i'x'roN, TA. IPaQe I-'iftyl D O C D U . I I7 . 5 D ... h J D . have a stomach-ache before morning. .1 bn -'-' , A D D U 17 UL'