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

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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

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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 JUN IOR CLASSIC The Good Ship Christmas The Good Ship Christmas sailed in from sea, Ladden with goodies for you and for me. It has dolls, ships, wagons, and trains, Bicycles, cars, engines, and cranes. Its masts that are made so huge and strong, Seem very large and extremely long, And still the sails are very highg Ir looks as if they would touch the sky. Children rush onto the shores, Mothers watch from open doors To see the Good Ship Christmas land, And see it rest upon the sand. After unloading the goodies and many toys, For all the happy girls and boys, The Good Ship Christmas sailed away, To return again next Christmas Day. -ELIZABETH KOLLER. F un on Christmas I love the stocking that's been filled For me on Christmas Day. But most of all I love the one That I can give away. I've filled this little stocking As full as full can be, To make a happy Christmas For someone else but me. When I peep into my stocking To see the goodies there, I like to think some other child Has just as large a share. -,ELIZABETH SMITH. No Stockings to Wear A little boy on our street, Who is a rich man's son Went barefooted on Christmas Eve, Now wouldn't that be fun? I-Ie said he had no stockings, Though I think this untrue. I saw his mother in a store, Buying a dozen pairs or two. Then why did he go barefooted? Youlll laugh, I know you will. l'Ie'd hung up all his stockings, For Santa Claus to till. -BUD LOBAUGH. In the Sultry Summer Air Fast falling o'er the tree tops, Over mountains tall and fairg Came the twilight softly falling In the sultry, summer air. Through my window in my turret I can see the castles thereg As the twilight softly creeping Through the sultry, summer air The mountains growing dimmer, Now fades the eagle's lair, The dusky twilight envelops The sultry, summer air. lVIay I when I am older, And the How'rs no more fairg Reflect the golden memories Of the sultry, summer air. -MARGARET MCCOWAN. Trying to Get Something for Nothing When you are gazing through a magazine or paper and see in large print Free! you can usually decide there is some joke or scheme to it. While I was looking through a newspaper. one evening I saw in large print: Free! 52,000 Be the lucky one, find the twinsl Send in your answer immediately. Without much difficulty I found the twins and for experience I sent in my answer. About one week later I received a letter. I opened it and found it was from the company to whom I had sent my answer. I opened it very anxiously. When I read it, it said I had chosen the correct twins and had won 975 points toward 1,000 in winning the 52,000 How was I to earn the re- maining 25 points? This First entered my mind. I read on further and it said I should get as many words out of stenographic as possible. Also get as many subscriptions for some magazine as I could. I had some fun of getting words out of stenographic but dropped the idea of getting the subscriptions and the 51000. -JEANETTE ANWANDER, 9B. IFiftY-ninel