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

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THE JUNIOR Crassic February! February, ah yes February, This happy month so gay, The birthday of our heroes, Of the U. S. A. Washington, Lincoln, and Lindbergh Three great heroes. hurrah! Heroes of our country, The great U. S. A. Nvashington, the General, Was very brave and true, He fought for our colors, The Red, White, and Blue. Lincoln, the Forgiver, Did all that could be done, He was known for his kindness, And did his best for everyone. Lindbergh, the Flier, One of United States' boys, Crossed the Atlantic. And found great joy. We can not all be heroes, But one thing true. We can all be loyal To the Red, White and Blue. February, ah yes February, This happy month so gay, With heroes' birthdays every year, In the great U. S. A. -DoRoTHY OOYEVAAR. I was suddenly awakened by a great crashing of thunder. Jack and T both awoke and stared at each other, as if we had turned mysteriously to stone. The little tent which we were in was weaving back and forth as if it were a willow before the wind. Suddenly T broke the silence shouting, To the house, to the house! and we sprang out of the tent and broke into a run. As we neared the house, my foot caught on a small rock and I was hurled headlong into a mud puddle, and Jack following so close behind me, soon found himself in the same sad plight. Just then another crash of thunder came and we picked ourselves up and ran into the house, a sticky, messy sight indeed. -DONALD THoMAs. A Buried Treasure Many years ago when the Dutch were settling thickest around New York, there was a very famous German doctor called Dr. Karl Knipper- houser, who after many years of hard work, de. cided to buy a farm and live on the profits it brought him. Everything was going fine, because he had secured people who wanted to live in the house. The first few nights passed uneventfully, but on the morning of the fourth day, the renter came and told him that he would not live in the house another night because it was haunted. When the doctor heard this he offered a re- ward for anyone who would find out about the ghost. Now in the village lived a boy who was very shiftless and mischievous. 'Nvhen he heard of the offer he ran to the doctor's house and said he would do it. That night about nine o'clock the boy started house. When he reached it he went for the upstairs and fell asleep. About twelve o'clock he awoke with a start, for up the stairs came the sound of a man walking. The steps came up to the door and then he saw an old man dressed in clothes of the Pilgrim time, walking toward him. The man sat down in a chair next to him and fixed his eyes upon Peter. Peter was so frightened that he lay in a stupor until the man started to leave. Then his courage returned and he de- cided to follow the ghost and see where he went. The ghost walked out the door and down the stairs and then into the garden, where he stopped by an old well and pointed into it. Peter was going to ask him a question, but then he dis- appeared. Every night the same thing happened until Peter decided that he would investigate the well. The next afternoon Peter went to the well and dug around with a big hook on the end of some rope. After many unsuccessful attempts he de- cided that this would be his last. I-Ie threw the hook in but when he went to pull it out, he found a solid gold vase hanging on the end. Immediately he realized that he had struck the place where the treasures of the estate had been. When the neighbors saw how rich he was getting, they tried to iind out how it had been done, but failed. No explanation was ever given, and Peter lived in happiness for the rest of his life. FRED SHANLEY. 95 An apple a day keeps the doctor away. An onion a day keeps the world at bay. KI-'ifty-sixl

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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

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THE JUNIOR CLASSIC Pickpocketing in a Chicago Department Store On the sixth floor of a Chicago department store, I sat and watched the people come and go as they pleased. This being August, a very busy fur month, the department on the sixth floor was rather crowded. Many wealthy people came. some buy- ing very expensive furs. others buying coats for college daughters, and still others buying cheaper furs and neckpieces. A girl I judge in her twenty-Hrst year sat down beside me. She was wearing a very expensive Broadrail coat. She looked rather stunning, and by her actions I knew she was wealthy. She laid her purse and gloves down so it would be more convenient to remove her coat. A clerk came and she gave the girl another coat which she tried on. All this time she gave never a thought to her purse. When she came back she was rather shocked to find her purse and money gone. I told her I would go to the third floor where they have a detective bureau. That's how I made my get-away. I took the elevator to the first floor and walked slowly down the aisles. I found my speed increased and for no reason whatsoever I was running. I hailed a cab. and told the driver to take me to the Drake I-Iotel. As soon as I arrived I checked out. Next I took a cab to the LaSalle Street Station. The Twentieth Century was due in twenty-Hve minutes. I waited rest- lessly. Wfhen I boarded the train I knew I was speeding safely to New York. I will never be able to explain why I did this. Perhaps I was afraid the girl would unjustlv accuse me. Some one was surely very slv to make way with the purse with me sitting right there. However, you can imagine my feelings when I picked up the Chicago paper the next morning and saw in flaming words, One of Chi- cagtfs most popular girls has purse stolen, the article going on to say they suspected a person of medium stature, blue eyes and dark brown hair, wearing a dark blue suit, a pointed fox fur piece and a blue felt hat. It was exactly mv description. ' NIURIEL I.EvY. QB The Undisturbed The sparkling, bright water stretched itself lazily along its sandy bottom looking forever up- ward at the pearl gray sky, passing the undis- turbed vegetation and brightly colored flowers I'Fift5'-s nodding in the sunshine. The whole scene could be taken in at one glance. In places one would see a snake or turtle on a log or rock resting easily after eating or taking a sun bath. The water found its way around the many curves forming little cataracts as it struck a log or rock in the water. Along the banks were many holes, prob- ably the homes of numerous muskrats. At some places one could look miles around and see noth- ing but the fleecy, white clouds forming the hori- zong water weeds, bright flowers. and the spark- ling water, altogether forming a beautiful picture of an undisturbed land. Samurai. Gnoss. SA The Robbery John Beck, the author of many criminal stories, was talking with a group of men while riding home on the train. They were discussing crimi- nals when one of them happened to speak of Mr. Beck and his detective stories which ran in the daily newspaper. His newly made acquaintances were unaware that they were talking to Mr. Beck himself. John Beck was a fictitious name under which Al Barnes WIOIE. It's a wonder, remarked one man, that Nlr. Beck doesn't commit robbery himself. He doesn't make much monev writing stories. He could commit robberv and no one would ever suspect him. He could make more money in one night of such work than in three years of writing. Nlr. Beck 'talked with these men until he reached his station. At home he thought it over and decided to rob a bank. Almost all his plans were completed in a few days of hard work. He was sitting at home going over every detail when his telephone rang. Answering it he found it was an editor wanting him to write a story as soon as possible. No, said Mr. Beck, I won't, because I'm too busy. Please, begged the editor, our newspaper won't sell without it. I'll give you five thousand dollars for it. Please! After much arguing, Mr. Beck gave in, for he saw he would make a large sum of money and make it honestly. The plans that he had made for the robbery were in the form of a storv soon after that. Bsizsics Koss-iLER. 9B evenl