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

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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

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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 The Everglades For miles as far as eye can see is a very large flat plain, of soft, brown, waist-high saw grass. As the wind blows through the tasseled grass heads a curious minor plaintive wail or murmur is heard like the lapping of calm waters on the beach. Over the drab acres a few solitary vultures are circling lazily around, for all the world like a tired bargain-seeker on Saturday night. Across the sluggish drainage canal, a few very deliberate water moccasins are wriggling their way like black moving snags. Here and there maybe you are able to see the still back of an alligator, or pawpatte, as the Indians called it, almost hidden by the overhanging bushes on the banks. Above the narrow white coral roadway the heat waves are rising. The sky is an intense blue, not a cloud may be seen, the sun is flooding the plain with radiance, everything is in browns and blues. All is quiet and motionless. Nature seems asleep. There is no life in the scene for there is not a home for hundreds of miles. The Everglades region seems to be holding its breath suppressing all motion until man shall awake to her great resources. -PAULINE FARLEY. A Miniature Home just the spot for an ideal home. The grass was of a thick hne texture. workers, each placing his place where it was most forming the entrance was denly they formed a group, ceased their toil. It must There were countless building block in the needed. An archway soon completed. Sud- the first time they had have been meal time. Yes, so it was. One of the number left the group and soon came back tugging behind him the food which he had procured. Wfith the aid of several of his fellow workers it was dragged into the future dining hall. Soon none of the greedy laborers were to be seen. It was growing dtiskg the golden sun had just settled clown to sleep in the faraway hills. It was the time of day when birds were singing their sweet bedtime melodies. I could see no longer the construction. I wandered away, still thinking of the co-opera- tive ants, the building of their home and how much the world would progress if everyone were as industrious as these miniature architects. -lVl.-XRGARET SMALL First Dumbell: Did you ever hear the story of a 'pair of tights'? Second: Once there were two Scotchmenf' fSixt HOW HE XVAS FOOLED Dumb: I had no idea she'd accept me the first time I proposed. Dumber: Did you think she would the sec- ond time? Dumb: There would have been no second time. FOOD FOR THOUGHT First Sea Voyager: Oh, isn't the salt air bracing? Second ditto: Yes, it certainly calls forth the best that is in you. WHAT I-IE LEARNED What did you learn in school today? I learned to say :Yes, sirf and 'No, sir' and 'Yes, ma'am' and 'No, ma'am.' You did? Yep. Father: Willie: Father: Willie: Now, Jimmie, said the teacher, let us take the verb 'to be.' What is the past of is? Was, said Jimmy. good, said the teacher. And what Very is the past of 'to be'? 'rBuzz! roared Jimmy. A NEW VERSION OF HOME SWEET HOME Mid pleasures and palaces Tho' we may roam. When the stomach is empty There is no place like home. OF COURSE Mother, did you ever hear a rabbit bark? Why, dear, rabbits don't bark. Thats funny. My story book says that rabbits eat cabbage and bark. U et CALLING OUT THE RESERVES Small boy: Quick, policeman. A man's been beating my father for more than an hour. Policeman: Why didn't you call me sooner? Small Boy: Father was getting the best of it until a few minutes ago. EMPTY HANDED Judge: Have you anything to oifer to the court before the sentence is passed on you? Prisoner: No, judge. I had ten dollars but my lawyer took that. -onel