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

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Ti-ie jrxioa Ctassic Two Messages I am busy! Very, very busyl Too busy for a messenger, but I'll see him anvwavf Show him Lv-i, Bob! Scrooge was in an unusually good temper that morning, due to the fact that he had :ul- lected all the money that several families had sessed. welll W'hat do you have to say? snapped Scrooge. when the boy who had been listening outside, stumbled confusedly through the door- way. VVhy-why, I have a message from your cousin. Cousinl I have no cousin! Vlfhar do you mean? The boy edged a little closer to the door and replied, It is from Edith Scrooge in Bath. Oh, said Scrooge, She married a man named-oh I don't know. W'hat does she want? Nloney again? She had asked Scrooge only a few months ago for a pound and had been de- cidedly refused. Nol She has just died and she expressed a wish that you, as her only relative. come to her house and see about the funeral arrangementsf, Scrooge reflected. MA pound to go. a pound to get back, that's two pounds for the stage coach. Five pounds for the funeral, as she has no money herself. That would be-five and two-that would be seven pounds without counting all the business deals I might lose. I can't do it. Aloud, and aloud it was, he said. UI can't possibly leave the city at this time even for a day. much less two or three. So I must regretfullv beg to be excused. The messenger, who had been looking dream- ily at the dead coals. jumped up from the chair he had been sitting in, to a position right in front of the door. and finding himself in that favorable situation, took advantage of it and ran almost to Bath before he thought of a coach. It was a week later. and Scrooge was decidedly' not in a good temper that morning. Little Bob, who was working very hard on his stool in the corner, knew it. Absolute silence reigned. Bob Cratchitt stole furtive glances at the dying flame once in a while but he did not dare replenish it for fear of Scrooge's dangerous temper. Scrooge opened a letter, the last one he had received that clay. It was addressed to Scrooge and lN'Iarlev, though the latter had been dead for two years. Its contents ran as follows: Scrooge or Marley. Henry Fairfax, who had retired several vears ago from his business in Chester. died recentlv, and having heard of Scrooge and Nlarlevs knowl- edge of business, left a large amount of his money in your hands. to distribute to charities and do as you think best with. Will you please come to Chester personally, so that the three hundred pounds can be placed in your own hands, and you will then be able to sign the papers. Fairfax wished the money to be dutributed in London because -but that is all of the letter that concerns us. Scrooge blustered. The idea of anyone telling him to come to Chester! He would show themf Vlfhar right--but let's see, how much money had been left him? Scrooge opened and smoothed out the crumpled letter and found the words three hundred pounds staring him in the facel Bob, seeing his employer apparently so ab- sorbed in the letter. started to put some coal in the fireplace but was ordered back to his desk. because. as Scrooge said, Wie have onlv three more hours to work here and I am not furnishing warmth for the night air or the rats and micel four pounds to Scrooge iigured, Let me see. get to Chester and back. I can sit up all night and so will not have to pav for lodgings. If the ofhce is very far from the station I might have to hire a cab for a shilling. Take four pounds and one shilling from three hundred pounds and you have two hundred ninety and some pounds left! Scrooge finally concluded to go. It is not known exactly what charities were beneiited bv this legacy. but from what we know of Scrooge's character it would not be hard to believe that he acted upon the principle that charity begins at home, -J.-we Caocxerr. SB. TXVO MEN AT A R.-XILRO.-XD STATION Bill: ':I.et's have a look at your paper. Hank: Here you are. Bill: XVonderful aren't they? Thev've ders, suicides. tacin'- Hank: Youre right. Bill, but what's that blank space for? Pointing to a blank space. Bill: Oh. :hat's for people wot can't read. things. these newspapers. got stories. cookery, mur- Freshmen's faults are many: The eighth grade has but two- Evervthing they say. And everything they do. lFiEty-onel

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THE JUNIOR CLASSIC Bly Trip to the Moon Ouchl gee, but it's cold. What's that bright light? Gallopin' Galoshesl it's a molehill increased to the size of a mountain, with silver snow on it and a light-house on top. Wiish I had brought along a couple hundred coats-cold enough to freeze your tonsils. Thereis an ice-box with some Eskimo pies. Wlant one? Everything is dotted with silver snow. I-Iere comes a bunch of clouds. I'm gonna hop a ride. Vkfhizl pst, s-s-s. 'X.Yf'hew, but we're goin' some. Oh! A dilferent land. Babbling brooks, silver, green trees, pretty forget-me-nots, and butter- cups. The stars twinkle and shine so bright I can hardly see. Therels a tree with silver tinsils on every branch. There, I caught one. On the end is a frozen sucker. VCIhat's that below us? I am going to see. Vifowl I'm rolling oii. Down I go. Down- down-down and I landed. Time to get upl '1Huh?,' 97 I said it's time for a lazv girl like you to get up. And Mother carne to the door. Wfhere was I? Why', i.n my own pretty bed-room. Later. as I sat down to breakfast I told Mother about it. She said. There I told you, you shouldnlt have eaten all of those nuts last night. '-JOSEPHINE CR.-uc. The Autobiography of a Newspaper Nlyf what is this black SEMI? theyre putting on me? it must be print. These rollers sure are hot. Ouchl rhey're folding me up and packing me in with a lot of other newspapers. they're giving us to a boy who stufs us into a big sack. I-Iurrahl we're going outdoors. Now Ouchl Now we're going for a ride on his bicycle. that mean boy threw me on a porch with all his might. Now a lady picks me up and unfolds me. She's reading me. I like to give people knowledge. Now the children are reading me. Oh! these bad children have torn me in two. what a dark place this isl It must be the cellar. lfi'ell. good-bye. I am going into the furnace. -KENNETH BLJRRELL. Our Dogs These were the things that were bothering the small town of Brookside. These were, well, dogs, not good. not bad, but you know, just dogs. A small lad, say of twelve, came running in one day to his father. Say, dad, you know it's a queer thing. First, Tom I-Iopkin's ractoon dog disappeared down bv the old brook. and now 'xactly three weeks from that day Sam Landers' old mutt has disappeared. You know, Pop, neither of those dogs was worth the trouble of stealing 'ern, and no one can ind one trace of eitherf, W'ell, son, it is queer, replied his father, ubut then, I suppose they just plumb run away. No, siree, Dad, them dogs was the faithfullest I seen yit. Illl bet somethings happened. Sorne- thing unusual, sorta, ,lim declared emphatically. Y.Vell, anyway, lim goin' to rind out. Now it happened that Jim had two dogs, one, Scot. a fine Collie. and the other, Bruce. a setter. The next morning before sir, was up and gone. Nor bothering to eat, he grabbed a small apple before he left. YXf'ith his trusty old gun and two dogs he was oi. down the hill and around the old stream, whistling a tune and thinking how proud he would be if he should be the one to lind the mysterious caller,', as it was called. Scot came panting to his rnaster's side, his leg torn and bleeding. -lim bandaged him up a.s skillfully as possible, and then started down the steep hill they had encountered. Then a low shrill call came. started. turned around. and found Bruce gone. I-ie then knew the :log had gone on ahead and discovered a fresh track. whistled. but with no response. I-le then ordered Scot after him. Scot followed the trail up the hill, down the lane, across the forest and :hrough the thickest briar patch in the country. After following for a mile and a half, Bruce stopped abruptly at the edge of the pool that had a natural slate bottom. Presently caught up. So this was the place where the o'her :logs had last been seen? XY-'ell, he was here. so he was going to find what brought him so far. The pool was but knee high so he waded around it. across, back. around again and then across. No Bruce. Scot knew the trail ended at the waters :dgeg so he was not eager to start as he was before. Jim, discouraged and tired. sat down beside the dog and asked. Scot, old boy. Bruce is gone, but who is our mysterious caller?', -Maaoasrra MCDAMEL. Iflfiftyl 1 A -2, -Q ,s Y .5 'F-3 3 . 352' 2 ez' Si. ii-3 74 f if, 'Q La i-3' ' .A 5 9 -fs 1' 4 3 in 1

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THE JUNIOR CLASSIC Solitude It was one of the loveliest of man's creations. The strong, yet graceful Gothic style was that after which it had been patterned. But as I entered, in the dim December twilight, it seemed that my heart had been suddenly severed from the outer world, and would dwell forever in the calm, restful, and mellow loveliness of the cathe- dral. The sound of boyish voices echoed across the lofty rafters, echoed, teechoed, higher, higher, sweeter, sweeter, then died away. The caressing light of huge tapers in delicately carved can- delabra fell softly upon the rich paintings, and threw weird, fantastic shadows into the lonely corners. Again sounded the lovely French Carol, though softer than before, till it seemed as if the music were floating from the dusky heavens. Slowly I became aware of the heavy oppressive odor of rare and costly incense, which spread a haze before my eyes and with a delicate drowsi ness, seemed to draw me to far away imaginary lands. As if in a dreamy vision I saw gaily clothed peasants enter with hushed footsteps and kneel reverently at the foot of their shrine. But alas! all things must endg dimmer and dimmer grew the luxurious colors on the stained glass windows, more and more feathery seemed the candle light, softer and softer grew the musicg the most enchanting day of my life faded serenely away. MARTHA JANE FIELDS, 8A1 When the Bells Ring Some bells ring out weddings, some hres, some call people to church, but the best bell rings when school is done. just before the bell rings everyone has his books piled ready to leave the minute the bell rings. The next moment you hear lockers open- ing, teachers scolding, and children talking. You hear a crash and another-someone has dropped his books. The passers-by kick the books down the steps and across the hall. By the time the owner reaches them and endeavors to pick them up, there are so many in the halls that it is im- possible to hnd the books. All this commotion causes a nearby teacher to stop the noise by scolding, or making the person causing the com- motion stay after school. Down the steps walk .lane and Margaret talk- ing like the female sex can. They meet misfor- tune. They are forced to stay after school since they know they are not supposed to talk in the halls. -NIURIEL LEW. The Championship Geraldine sat moodily in her seat. Her face held an expression of great disappointment and sorrow. She had lost a bar-ball game only that noon. l-let chance for winning the championship seemed far from her reach. But Geraldine was not in the least discouraged. Why, Geraldine! exclaimed Jacqueline, her friend. What is the matter? You look as though some great sorrow had come to you. Oh, nothing much, answered Geraldine and passed on. But down deep in her heart she told herself she had told a falsehood. There was something the matter. Over and over again she told herself there must be some way in which she could win the cham- pionship. But what it could beg she knew not. One evening as Geraldine sat in her bedroom reading a magazine she came upon an article which attracted her attention. It was an adver- tisement over which were the words Don't give up the ship. She smiled at this and going to her work table, picked up a pencil. With the pencil she made out these words, Don't give up the champion- ship. This made her more determined and en- thusiastic. Tomorrow we play again, she thought. We'll win! We've got to, that's all. The next noon Geraldine played hard. They were behind at the end of the first half but in the last half their score kept creeping up until they received the report that they were ahead. At the end. they had won by four points. As Geraldine dressed, a happy smile took the place of the sullen look of but a few days before. She had won the championship! -Lois BROWN. HURT I-IIS REPUTATION Rastus had the reputation of being the best mule tender in the state. One day he showed up walking on crutches and all bandaged up. A friend asked him, What happened, Rastus? Ah thought youse had the best reputation in the state for mule tending. So Ah has, but yesterday we got in a new mule who didn't know my reputation. is Pk at CHEAP PUBLICITY Conductor: How old is the little girl? The Child: Mother, I'd rather pay the fare and keep the age to myselff, lFifty-twol