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

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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

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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 JUNI R CLASSIC Old Curiosity Shop It was a scene to cheer the heart of any passer- by. That tiny ramshackle shop in the Rue dc La Pere was indeed a veritable art-lover's paradise. Its very doorstep seemed to cast a glamour of warmth and cheer about its humble front. Its tiny many-pained windows glistened and let through their ancient glass, a glow of ruddy candle-light that sparkled and danced on the drifts below. Silvery icicles hung from the low eaves and a single arc light cast a glow about the jumble of curios below. Vases and dolls, boxes, candles, and cuckoo clocks were all mixed together in the most bewildering confusion. At the door of this amazingly arranged shop stood the keeper. Clad in a blue smock and heavy wooden clogs he certainly looked the part of a French shopkeeper, his fat cheeks furrowed with age, his squinty eyes on the watch for customers. A French lady entered the shop. Bon jour, mademoisellef' he said, greeting her politely. Mademoiselle, desirez-vous achete quelque chose? PEGGY Louisa REED, 8A Desolation The stillness of the forest was broken only by a fiutter of wings or an occasional scream of birds. A carpet of tangled moss and vines spread over the ground. Here and there were bright clumps of Howersg some were yellow and others blue and white. Violets hidden under low, green plants seemed to sparkle like jewels, as the dew added to their beauty. Tall, slender maples waved their graceful arms in the merry little breezes and aged, dignified oaks suggested quiet leafy bowers. Amidst this beauty stood a vine-covered log cabin. All was still within and without. The vines com- pletely covered the cabin, making it impossible to see out of the one small square window. Morning glories lifted their sleepy heads to the small rays of sunshine that peeped through the leafy bowers in the trees. A gnarled oak stood at one side of the house with what had been once a beautiful twisted iron bench beside it, but now was only a rusty seat for two. Several fat robins hopped about on the ground, looking for food while the younger ones chirped in the tree above. Behind the cabin was an old rusty pump which refused to 611 the tin cup beside it. All this suggested, to me, peace, but desolation. SusANNE os Lonzrsrzi, 8A1 fffiffywr A Tale Grandma told me all about it, Happened such a long, long time ago. Grandma never can remember All the friends she used to know. But one day while I was searching In our attic for some ribbon gay, There T found an old lace collar Like they wore in Lincoln's day. This poem was started by the 7B-6's, The bell soon rang and they had to pass. Forgetting to erase the poem they'd written So it was left for our own class. Now the 7B-6's are clever sometimes But the bell rang 'fore they got stuck, So we'll have the old lady forget her tale, Now the poem is ended and we're in luck. -7B-6, 7 The Old Clay Pond fThis poem was written about a real place in Indiana? There's an old clay pond On the Yellowstone trail, And in this pond I'1l bet there's a whale. Tt's surrounded by bogs This old clay hole. An' filled with frogs That you can ketch with a pole. Us kids us'ter go To that old clay hole, And don'tcher know It's good for a soul? And Iym going back To that old clay pond, Before I make tracks For the far beyond. -Pr-m.iP BEACH. TB. 7B EXAMINATION PAPERS Ques: XVhen and where was Kipling born? Ans: Kipling was born from 1835-1847 in Bombay, Ind. Quest Name a poem Kipling wrote. Ans: If we remember. iizhtj