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

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i'.llae'i f QUE to rm wer e The Home of the Junior Classic Heres to our old Junior High Built from the ground three stories high. And in this building, with the high school near it We've tried to fill this book with school life spirit Proudly and with pleasure do we look Forward to the presenting of this book. Many stories does it contain: Some the prizes oft did gain. The contents ofits many pages Were written by children of all ages. Stories, pictures and little rhymes Were gone o'er with patience many times 'Tis for the remembrance of the year That Mr. Pointer guided us here. - HELEN FUZX

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QE The Junior Classic 26 light, I received the full force of this wind. Determined not to let this stop me, in full de- fiance of the elements. I plunged onward to- ward the light. It was a long, hard walk through deep drifts of snow and against a ferocious. snarling wind biting like so many hungry wolves. Every now and then I would stop, take one short look ahead. and forge onward again. Once, hav- ing felt the wind slacken, I endeavored to ex- amine the light. To my surprise and agitation. there was nothing to be seen. Alas! Had I wan- dered from my destination instead of approach- ing it? I raised my eyes, and there in front of me was the cause of the worry. Outlined against the sky was a hill, the reason for the slack- ening of the wind. It was outlined in red, with a restless glow, sometimes bright and at other times dull. In an instant I was over the hill, and it was no surprise to me to see a burning wreck of a train with ever-spreading flames. I stood in awe, but soon came to my senses with the sound of an approaching train pounding in my ears. My first thought was for the lives of the pas- sengers of the oncoming train. I wrenched OH' a piece of burning wood from the wreck. and ran with all speed to the bend in the railroad. iVaving the burning timber high in the air I caught the eye of the engineer who, sensing danger, stopped the train. Needless to say, it was not long before all the injured were rest- ing in a hospital down the road. The next morning found a messenger at the door with a summons from the president of the road requesting an audience with me. I ac- cepted. Two hours later I was in his otlice. with an offer of ten thousand dollars in front of me. I pinched myself to see if it was all a dream. It wasl And the pinch I received was enough to'wake up the dead. It seems that my brother will never let anyone have a good sleep. I-Ivxmx GOLDM.-KN, 9.-X. School Spirit To succeed in school you must follow the rule that prevails in all walks of life-in business, in the professions. in the home. Co-operation with enthusiasm is the simple formula. which, if followed, will not allow failure. Put your whole self .into your work, into your play. In doing so you will not only come out on top, but dear old Central will, too. Success is not measured alone by the marks on your report card. Remember that ten years from now the big thing will be the knowledge that you possess. Do your very best, no matter whether your grades have a plus after them or not. Strive to acquire much general, useful in- formation. And remember, we cannot all be stars. You who hover on the side lines have an important part to play as well. It is your job, as in athletics, to let the player-star know you are back of him. You play the game when you are loyally doing your best-doing it for your- self and for Central Junior High. Further: co-operation develops school spirit. And through school spirit you acquire school friends. Each little thing you do for Central is thrice a blessing in the friends it will bring you. For these friends or comrades are not only friends for today, but friends to stand through- out your lives. They are giving to you the force of their personalities and characters. They are giving you untold gifts. Perhaps you, in turn, can give them the little seed of your friendship that, in later years. as well as at present, will bear delicious fruit. Apply here an appro- priate quotation of Edward Hale's: The making of friends who are real friends is the best token we have of a man's success in life. KATHLEEN BICINERNY, 9A. Quebec A few years ago I drove with my father and mother to Quebec. IVe found it an interesting city. very' picturesque and foreign looking. It it situated on high cliffs rising from the St. Lawrence river which forms a natural fortifi- cation, making it a city very hard to capture. A visit to the old fort was great fun. ive saw ancient cannon, the old barracks, and the military prison with its underground cells. The old town grew up along the river: therefore the streets are very narrow and winding. The modern city is built on the hills. the main street leading to the Chateau Frontenac, a great hotel, the center of the city's social life. It is built on the site of the palace occupied by the duke during the French occupation. It is in the style of a chateau. very large, towering high above the city. From the windows one looks down on boats on the St. Lawrence directly below. At night when the river and town are lighted and boats constantly come and go, it is very pretty. There is a great esplanade on the river front where the band plays every IPage Fifty-Evel

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QE The Junior Classic 36 e evening. and the townspeople come up to enjoy the music and watch the crowds of tOl1riStS promenade. French is spoken everywhere. It is impossible to use autos in the city. except on the boulevards leading up to the Chateau. One can take an elevator down to the old town, or walk down flights and flights of steps. Here are old stone houses built two hundred years ago, with little shops tucked among them. There are many beautiful drives out from Quebec. One. very well-known. is to the shrine of St. Anne de Beaupre. ROBERTA XVILSON, TA. The Moon Out of Reach I paused in my walk. And is there one of you who would not have done so? For there above the bridge and laughing waters was the moon, a full, golden moon, just out of reach. it seemed. The faultless picture was divine. The gliding river was the foreground. A beautiful stream, lapping the banks in a melodious rhythm, sounded as if trying to sing some wakeful cloud. star, or moonbeam to sleep. The flickering darts of moonlight glittered on frolicking water as it flowed swiftly and noiselessly westward until it turned in a graceful line toward the south. As it curved. I noticed more its boundaries and banks. High. high, they rose till it seemed as if they were vainly reaching for the magnetic moon. On their crests numerous pines and :naples were whispering softly, while their bright foliage danced and quivered in the re- freshing breeze. Some trees near the river leaned haughtily over the water, trying to see their graceful reflections in the liquid mirror. as if they were jealous of the even more grace- ful moonbeams that ran and darted along the shores. Ah! This was but the earthly and minor part of the pictureg for above the rippling water were the heavens displaying all the glory they could exhibit before man. And the moon! That gorgeous body that gave light to the entire scene was full and ripe-round as it could be, and of a color never mixed in earthly paint, between a gold and a brilliant orange. It seemed to be the attraction of not only human beings but of heavenly bodies. also: for clustered around in uneven spacing were modest little stars, shyly peeping around a blanket of clouds, as if to see what monstrous thing had come to light up the heavens in the golden way, so that they could not be seen in their faded garb. But one giant star. who was prob- ably a son of the moon. and had inherited a portion of her brightness. hopped out from behind a silver-lined cloud and shone with all its brightness. now and then winking and blink ing naughtily. as if. perchance. it were flirting with some smaller star who was blushing pain fully behind a cloud. So it was that the moon revealed that night a picture never gotten. Perhaps if you would stand on Leeper you mifht ner er will briffht for to be for bridge some night under a full moon chance to see a similar picture: but anyone again see the moon quite so about midnight it became so vain and conceited that a bit of Uold dust and fairv light burst from it and fell into space. And no matter how long you may reach out your arms pleadingly toward it, the moon declines to leave its home you see. dear friends. the moon is out of reach Nlaoeu N Sxx1TH 8B St. Augustine, Florida St. Augustine is a quaint city in the heart of the sub-tropical region of the United States The streets are old, and most of them are very narrow. The buildings are made from a queer rock, which' itself is made up of countless tiny shells. This strange rock is called Coquina Old Fort Marion, the city's gates and wall, and the great sea wall are very striking because the white or gray rock of which they are built is so distinct among the brilliant colors of the tropical flowers. YVhen walking down St. George street, we pass the city buildings and come to the end of the street at the city gates. For a moment we might fancy we were in one of the old cities gates. All that remain of these gates. however, are the two stately pillars, twenty feet high, and a few pieces of the wall beyond. The Fountain of Youth, supposed to have been discovered by Ponce de Leon, is a great curiosity of St. Augustine. It has one pecul iarity distinguishing it from other wells, in that the water rises and falls without any ap parent reason or cause. The old Slave Market in the east end of the Plaza is an interesting landmark of antebellum days. It was used as a public market in which slaves were occasionally sold. The famous Secret Dungeon of Fort Marion was accidentally discovered by Lieutenant Tuttle in 18323. The entrance had been walled up so carefully as to almost baffle discovery LQROBERTA YVIL:ox A lPage Fifty-sixl 'Q' E' . So g - - i-v - 1 - 0 - 'E ,gi s 2 5 e . ,-- of Europe. so many of which have walls and - - ee - ii .- F53 5? S it .li 2 N , T . V i rf .33 -Q . fi . 5,