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

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TI-IE JUNIO R CLASSIC Historical Background of St. Joseph County Rene Robert Cavelier de LaSalle was the first white man to set foot on Indiana soil. This was on December 5, 1679. However, some people think that Father Marquette may have traveled over the same portage in 1675, four years before LaSalle, but historians are not agreed on the matter, since there is no authentic record of the road taken by Marquette on his last trip to Lake Michigan. On his first journey up the St. Joseph in December, 1679, LaSalle separated from his party to search for the portage landing and, being over- taken by night in a driving snowstorm in the vicinity of the present city of Mishawaka, he missed his way and wandered aimlessly around for many hours. Finally he saw the gleam of a fire in the forest and, not doubting that he had come upon his own camp, he hastened forward, but, to his surprise, discovered that he had routed an Indian from his bed. Being very weary, he took possession of the camp and slept undis- turbed till morning when he rejoined his party. At length their Indian guide found the portage for which LaSalle had been searching and, taking up the canoes and freight upon their shoulders, these thirty-three weary men made their way across the five or six miles of land, near the present site of South Bend, to the Kankakee. LaSalle was murdered in Texas in March, 1687 by members of his own discontented and muti nous band, after unendurable hardships, and his body left to the buzzards and wolves. The first house in South Bend was erected by Pierre Navarre in 1820. It has since been re- moved to its present site in Leeper Park where it will be preserved in its original condition. VIRGINIA WHITNIORE, 9A A GREAT HELP You certainly have a dumb oflice boy. Yes, but he talks just like me over the phone. x if if it tt tt Hey, waiter! This steak is burnt black. Our mark of respect, sir. Our head waiter died yesterday. at x as Gym Teacher fro girlsl: Lots of girls use dumbbells to get color in their cheeksf' The Legend of Sleepy Hollow Many a time we've gone to sleep, While conjugating all the verbs, And many nights the teacher'd keep The ones who'd miss and did disturb. But when we came to Ichabod Crane We all woke up with a lively jerk.. The class no longer sat in pain, The work we surely didn't shirk. Our hero had a turned-up nose And ears as large as a frying pang Extremely awkward were his clothes, He looked like a Scarecrow when he ran. A worthy pedagogue was he, And taught with a switch behind his stool. He spared not the rod nor failed to see The urchin who tried to start a duel. And how he'd roll his great green eyes Over all the wealth Katrina owned, As he'd fancy all the pumpkin pies His problem was to defeat Brom Bones. A man of great erudition was he, For many a book he'd read quite through. Among them was Mather's History, And all the signs of witches he knew. The goblin tales, he knew them all, And believed everything he heard and saw. At night he heard the goblins call, That filled him with consternation and awe. One night he went to a party gayg He danced with Katrina, the rich coquette. After the party he decided to stay, What a terrible failure he surely met. The night was dark and dismal, The Headless Horseman hurled his head, And Ichabod fell down pell mell, Then from the neighborhood he lied. Many a time we'll go to sleep, While conjugating all the verbs, And many nights the teacher'll keep The ones who'll miss and disturb. Xl U3 f- Q T' 3' ui Y' TAKING NO CHANCES Sonny: Must I sleep in the dark? Mother: Yes Peggy: And lots of girls use color on their Sonny: Oh, then, let me say my prayers over cheeks to get dumbbellsf' again-more carefully. lFifty-fourl ' I- ' 1 I I II . f . 'I .11 , :lil li I V1 I.'I' ' Y ' ' , K, V' , 'I ., , II ,I , ,' I,L'Iy! , N'g',I .,,EIII , ,IHAIIIS ,'I ' I I I' ' 'iI'.e 'NI -'UN' H i I ' If-J X - I I I I ' ' ' ' ' I ' I , ' . , , ,x ,, I . u , ,,,:,,. . ' ' I' ' ' I 'I 1 I. I' fi -In pw 4.7 1 'Ml Q1 II ' limp, 1I.II'III, ll- MLN. .1 ill :'R.'lfa iwqdcai' M- II, I .I' I 1 1 I E 'VW'

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THE JUNIOR CLASSIC We're a Jolly Band of Pirates A band of pirates had come from their ship to the desert island. They were sitting around the leaping Hames. The chief decided to call on each for a stunt. When it came his turn he sang in a deep bass voice, and the rest of the pirates joined in on the chorus. This was the song: We're a jolly band of pirates And we roam o,er the bounding sea, And our treasure is as bountiful As treasures well can be. Yo ho, my lads, yo ho, As treasures well can be. Our sails are sails of glistening white, Our flags, of inky hue, And we defy all other ships The best that we can do. Yo ho, my lads, yo ho, The best that we can do. We plunder ships that riches have, Beneath the sea they lie, And whom we hate we hate with zeal. And all we hate must die. Yo ho, my lads, yo ho, And all we hate must die. And if you dare to cross our path, While on the sea you gog We'll have you walk the frisky plank To Davy Jones below. Yo ho, my lads, yo ho, To Davy Jones below. We're a jolly band of pirates, We are rich as rich can beg For we're the very boldest band That ever sailed the sea. Yo ho, my lads, yo ho, That ever sailed the sea. MARGARET McCowAN, 9B PRETTY DICKY Mistress: The master was very happy this morning, Jane. I-Ie went off to the city whist- ling. Jane: Yes, mum, it was my mistake. I made his porridge of birdseed! lk If X FIFTY-FIFTY He: Mabel says she thinks I'm a wit. She: Well, she is half right. A Crowded Street Car What an interesting sight a crowded street car presents. How much happiness and sorrow one can see in the faces of the occupants. The other day I noticed the people as they entered a car in which I was returning from a nearby city. A woman, old and very lame, entered first. She looked tired and worried. A man carrying a dinner pail looked tired but seemed to have no cares. Some foreigners, Italians, I believe, were talking in such a loud tone that one would think they were angry. Laughing happily, came two little children with toy balloons, cared for by a nurse. Then the car filled rapidly with both men and women returning from their work, some good natured over the crowded condition of the car, others cross and fault-finding because they were unable to find seats. In the morning after a night's rest all would be ready to start out anew. DAVID STANFIELD, 9B Christmas It was the week before Christmas and big star-like flakes covered the earth like a soft-downy blanket. The down town district of the city also had that mysterious air that only Christmas has. People were hustling about, red faced and cold, but yet they seemed not to mind it for their faces shone with smiles and happiness. In front of a store a small child of about seven years looked a brightly lighted window filled with toys. Her shining head of golden hair, covered with snow, attracted the attention of many a passerby. The doll in the window seemed to be the only thing that smiled at the lonelv child. When she had watched for some time. she became sleepy and sat down on the store step. Many dreams filled her golden crowned head and just as she was dreaming of the tin soldiers in dress parade she heard a bark and thought it was the adorable little poodle with the red harness but on awaking she found it was only an alley dog, cold and hungry like herself. BETTY JANE HAY, SA BRAVING THE BRICKBATS Curious Pedestrian: On what floor of this tenement does Mrs. Shanahan live, my little man? The Guide faged fourl: The third tight up. l'FiftY-Fivel