Central Junior High School - Reflector Yearbook (Saginaw, MI)

Page 24 text:

I I . ' H c no c tactics it cd. 4.4, T H E P 1 C 'L' 0 R 1 A L R E ll L E C T G R llDfQiQ--- ---U--25952255 I .qs T I c. c I l l U l l Band I Playing in thc Band U I Wanted to take lessons on some instrument but, on what? It was decided that I should play the clarinet, the same instrument that my father plays. My father taught me to read notes, 'dnger my clarinet, and a little time value. I was at that time somewhere near the age of eleven or twelve. I took one year of private lessons from Mr. Jacobi the teaches the flute, saxophone, and clarinetl . I joined the C. J. H. Band last fall in which there are the cornet, tromhones, baritones, mellophones, saxophones, clarinets, flute, and piccolo. The percussion instruments are drums, orchestra bells, and cymbals. On the stage we are seated in a semi-circle, the director has his stand in the middle of the stage at the front. The cornet players are on his right, trombone players are arranged in one line instead of two. The line curves around so that with the baritone and mellophones it stretches across the stage in front of the directorg on his left are the clarinets with piccolo and iiuteg on the Hute player's left are the saxophones. In the back of the stage are the drums, cymbals, orchestra bells, and tuba. The band played before the public on Open School Night, at the Faust production, Parent- Teacher meeting, basketball games, both Gym exhibitions, and at the Merchant of Venice production. Our director is Mr. Flueckiger, who is very efficient in my estimation. AI-Ie certainly puts pep into the band. In any musical organization it is very important that each member watch and obey the dire. tor. You cannot Very often tell what he will do next, that is, in the way of time tone. VVhile I am speaking of obeying the director it might interest you to know that you have to be on time to practice or go to the office for an excuse the same as pupils of any other class have to. VV'hen playing before an audience one can see more than the people think one can see. I know, there are times that I seem to make more false notes than true ones. If I make a mistake and then see two people in the crowd talking I just know they are talking about me. It is funny the thoughts that flat through one's mind. I remember on the night that we played for Faust I saw one of my grammar school teachers and I immediately thought of the fun I had in her class. Orchestra Z0 2 s M 1- 21-Hr-5 :V .g g. g . as .gmftlfis ,,,,Cg5,f'otc If c 'Wit' rf fr at f 'N f-:QM

Page 23 text:

'A Cal ai- 1' 1-1 li 11 1 Q '11 Q1 R 1 A 1. 11 li 1-A 1. 1-2 cf '11 0 R libriif-at---i-Qfl ff? G Meanwhile the detective was searching all the pawnshops. He found the ring in a little one on the outskirts of the town. Then came the question, how was he to find who took it there? The keeper of the pawnshop could not remem- er. Peter Alderton was daily growing worse. One day he sent for Dr. King. When the doc- tor was there he made a confession. Maybe you know, said Alderton, that my finances are very low. When you told me about the ring you did not think I was trying to find a way to get it. I had a very good friend of mine take it while you were in town the other day. I am very sorry I caused you so much anxiety. I put it in old Bill's pawnshopf' After saying these words he dropped back on his pillow, dead. Albert was relieved of all suspicion and the ring which has caused so much trouble was put into a bank, where it wouldbe no temptation to anyone. Velma Wilson Hans' Wish I wish I were a sailor Cried little Hans one day I'm tired of feeding chickens And playing in the hay. Oh! Ifl were a sailor And could cross the ocean wide I'd weai a sailor's cap And watch the water's tide. Yes, Mother, I'd like to be a sailor And run away to sea. Then I'd not have to milk the cow, But I'd be filled with glee. Oh, Lisitte, my own dear sister Take my straw hat from me-- For l'm going to be a sailor And run away to sea. I'm not pretending, sister, Cause l'm in earnest now, I'm going on a real ship Around which real storms howl. Soon I'll be saying goodbye, goodbye, To you, Lisette, and to Mother Cause soon the ship will come for me On which I'1l sail forever. Aurora Houck U-The Youth's Companion THINK the Youth's Companion is an ex- tremely interesting educational magazine for boys and girls. There are always -stories which tell us of countries far away and countries near. In the back of magazine is an interesting Children's Page It sometimes has a list of books telling a little about each one. This page is called The Book Shelf. The lives of great people such as the life of Abraham Lincoln and Thomas A. Edison are told aboutg stories like these are of great value to boys and girls, it gives them a fine historical background. Each month Arthur Guiterman has a poem with a picture above it illustrating his poem. In this way he gives you a very good idea of what he wants to tell the readers. Another page that is of interest to us is the Facts and Comment. I can find no fault with the Youth's Companion? It is very complete. every school should have it for their pupils. I forgot to mention the advertisements which are in it, and which are attractive and give us a lot of information about everything. Eloise Hertel My Idea ofa Room My idea of a boy's room is a small room not far from resembling a museum. In it is a model boat in one corner of the room, a punch- ing bag quite worn'With use, and a pair of be- draggled looking boxing gloves not far away. Above the model boat there is probably a gro- tesque skull of some unfortunate dog collected while on a hike. In another corner there is a radio that never would work no matter how much the owner tried to make it. In the book case there are some appropriate books such as Captain Kidd, Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Buccaneers and Pirates of Our Coasts, Treasure Island, and Mysteri- ous Islandf' That is my idea of a room. Edward Maxson 1 Girls' Physical Training, Rhythm n-nfl Tumbling Clubs arf 19 .facfafvff '-rfeilf liar -if -.sais

Page 25 text:

NN63'l ..9u-l- ---:wtf T H E P 1 C '1' 0 11 1 A L 11 E 11 1. E C T O R 151444--A ii 3 In the Band,we, the future musicians, are trained to play in unison, to lay low Cas the slang phrase isj when the other fellow is play- ing solo. The playing trains us to use both eyes, one for music, one for the director. It is also a splendid training in the appre- ciation of good music for we are given only the best music to study. Playing in the band surely makes. the time go quickly, we stay until five o'clock every prac- tice night. I can not tell where the year has gone. I suppose it is because we are so very, very busy. Alice Ober Blood For Drink WAS the only woman aviator during the Great War. My fiying buddies called me Flying Sal, but my real name was Sally O'.Rielly, which spells green all over. Often my Irish humor got me out of many a difficult situation over there. I tucked the orders in my inner breast pocket and then buttoned my leather jacket about me before hopping into my monoplane. My instructions were to Hy over No Man's Land into German territory Where our spy was located and give him the orders which would tell him what to do next. I can't imagine how they ever spotted my ca rnouiiagedn plane, but soon another plane was following me. After a few unsuccessful shots I finally had him playing a harp. In the iight my canteen which I kept filled with water was punctured and I was also shot. It wasn't very pleasant to think of a day and a half without water and I was ready to collapse for loss of blood. Finally I could not stand it any longer, so I resorted to sucking my blood. It wasn't pleasant tasting I'll admit that, but it was better than nothing. I soon sighted the hut where I was to meet Spying Sam. I glided like a bird and headed for the clearing made for landing. I don't know how I reached the hut for I fainted when I tried to get out of my plane. I think Sam carried me in, for when I came to I was in the hut and Sam was standing over the camp fire frying me an egg and making me some coffee. After dressing my wound he took his orders and left me alone. While by myself, I had time to view my sur- roundings. The hut had been hastily built and did not have any covering on the floor. There was a table, on which was a bottle of cordial, an overturned chair on the floor, a camp stove, a shelf, on which were some supplies, and the cot on whichI was lying. A picture of his moth- er was hung on the wall where I could easily see it from the cot. After lying there for two days I began to get rested. So I decided to scout around out- side. I went to look over my plane and as I was returning, I heard some one shout and some unknown person grasped my arm roughly. I turned to look into the face of the fiercest looking Hun I had ever come across. In front of his gun I was made to walk and walk and walk. I knew he was taking me to a German prison that Ihad heard so much about. An airplane was coming and he made me drop to the ground so as not to attract attention. The German said something that I took to mean If you shout, I'l1 fill you full of lead, for he stuck his revolver into my back. My eye caught a piece of glass which was lying close at hand. The airplane was overhead now. I picked up the piece of glass and flashed a message to the pilot. At first, I thought he didn't see the message for he went flying on but by the sound of the engine I knew he was descending. The German and I again pushed on through the the thicket. We had walked for about half a mile when I heard the voice of Spying Sam say, Stick 'em up, Old Timer. The German cursed, but it didn't do him any good. Spying Sam saved my life. N owI am Mrs. Sam Corkwright, alias Mrs. Spying Sam. Margaret Berka Mandolin Club