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

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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

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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 A Cent of Sense My! That awful jar separated me from the rest of the sheet of copper in a hurry! Oh! An- other bang. But I will bear it, for there is now the loveliest picture of an American Indian on rne. There is the date, too, 1864. It's the queer- est feeling to be all by myself. I overheard two men talking, and I learned that I have many brothers and sisters, and that we are all called pennies. I have been put into a very dark place, called a pocket, with other pieces of money, but they are not made of good copper. Oh me! Oh my! That careless man dropped me right on the side- walk to be stepped on by dirty shoes! A pretty little girl was looking at me very hard. I cer- tainly hoped she would pick me up. She did. Then she put me on a window sill where I could see all the people go by. She kissed me every morning until a lady she called Mother,' told her I was covered with germs. The idea! To think of anyone saying that about me! I thought my troubles were over, but no, the window was open and a naughty boy with red hair, a pug nose, and little brown specks all over his face, reached in his dirty hand and grabbed me. And what a shameful, shameful thing! He traded me for a jelly-bean. A plain, common. every-day jelly-bean! I guess I am the black sheep of our family. I learned something today. The real name for pennies is cents. In the English language sense means good judgment. The Americans must have good sense in selecting our names. The storekeeper is such a jolly, fat fellow! I hope he recognizes my worth. I-Ie is closing the store now, I wonder if I shall meet any of my relatives in his pocket. Here I go! My! I-Iis pocket is dark and sticky. Why I do be- lieve I am in with some of those awful jelly- beans! I-Iow inconsiderate of IVlr. Storekeeper! The storekeeper gave me to a boy for a few sheets of paper, telling about a war, two murders, and someone who failed to make a boat run without sails or oats. What a foolish world this is! The little boy shoved me in at a window with fifty cousins, but I could not see any of my close relations among them. Suddenly we were all pushed into a little red paper marked fifty cents on the outside. We were then taken to a build- ing called a bank. There a man put us into a vault where no one could harm us. ISN The sunshine is so dazzling after sixty years Goodness! What a funny carriage! the horses? Am I dreaming? Oh! runs without any cause, I know P11 I'll close my eyes and trust the lady in a bank! Where are Everything be crushed! who's carrying me. Oh! I wonder what the poor dear will do. Half her skirts seem to have djs- appeared, and I don't think she even knows it, poor thing! I have been put into a thing called a penny bank, and right after me came a 1927 penny, I-Ie thinks he outshines everybody in here, but when he tried to snub me I told him that I had lived sixty years longer than he, and I didn't think Abe Lincoln, whose picture he wore, was half as artistic as my Indian. I think he must have been very ignorant not to know that! My worries are over! I am in a place called a museum. It's such a delight to know that you can be admired by people without them handling you. Those jelly-beans must be jealous! -JANE Caocxsrr. A FREE BANQUET Magnolius: You say anything more, big boy, an' I'll make you eat yo' words. At's what I'll do! Rastus: Chickens, dumplings. hot biscuits, sweet pertaters an' watermelon. iii lk 7? Grandma: Doesn't that little bov swear ter- ribly? Little Grandson: Yes'mg he sure does. I-Ie don't put no expression in it at all. se: le- x ANYBODY FEEL FLATTERED? Bobby: Daddy! A boy at school told me that I looked just like you. The Dad: That so-and what did you say? Bobby: Nothin'. I-Ie was bigger than me. x wk an TRY IT Science Teacher: Name a liquid that won't freeze. Jane: Hot water. x :iz 4: VUE ARE REVENGED Bill Nlore, our local barber, while shaving him- self in the mirror yesterday, and before he real- ized what he was doing, had sold himself three bottles of hair tonic and short-changed himself in the bargain. tyl