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

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THE ANNUAL REFLECTOR nsruecmn cLua A Glance HIS is our sixth annual! Six years is along time to look backward so I will have to imagine myself an aviator and just give a birds-eye view. l One thing l am certain of is that we have not only grown in number and size but in appearance and intellectually and spiritually as well. Let us go back to our first Reflector. Our 1925 number was dressed in purple and gold, our school colors. It was dedicated to our principal, Mr. Chaffee and contained many fine group pictures. An especially good one showed a group of Central boys and girls spelling out the letters C. J. H. S. in white. Our 1926 number was decorated with a small picture of Central Junior in red and cream. It was dedicated in loving memory of Mrs. Newton Chaffee who died September 26, 1925. This book was also an interesting one. Our 1927 number was dedi- cated to the loving memory of Miss Jessie Loomis, a formerteacher here who died Au- Backward gust 13, 1926. Our 1928 number, I think was the best of all as it contained information about our Reflector Contest. It was dedi- cated to our very eflicient assistant prin- cipal Miss Ryman. It came out in gray, black and red. The prize winning stories and poems were printed. When we receive our Annual Reflector in June we can't wait to read it. As we sit and turn over the pages we become interested in the topics, the whole thing is read and re-read-it is laid aside and saved. No one ever thinks of Miss Flander's everlasting efforts to get the pupils to hand their material in on time, no one ever thinks of the work ofthe boys who print the material and of Mr. Distler who is at the head ofthe printing department and of Mr. Schmitz who assistsg no one thinks of Miss Thayer who has to see that all material is typed correctly. - I think that the most interesting thing that ever happened to Central was the PAGE SIX

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THE ANNUAL REFLECTOR Reflector Contest and I hope we can have one soon again to give the pupils who did not participate in the 'drst one a chance. An exceptionally good story written by a prize winner was When Daddy Comes Home by Shirley Coy, who is now in Senior High. I am glad to be able to say that our band and orchestra are increasing in size every year and are occasionally giving very good chapel programs. I think that the semester of February, 1929, to June 1929, is one to be remembered especiali because of the important things that too place. For instance the cantata, given in March at the City Auditorium, that required hard work on the part of Mrs. Ulman and Mr. Flueckinger, as well as the pupils of our school and city. Our best chapel program of the season was The Nifty Shop given by the faculty members. It was well done and enjoyed immensely by everyone. Our Friday afternoon shows are other enjoyable events for our school. Among the most outstanding ones were: The Fair Co-ed featuring Marion Davies and John Mack Browng the story told of humorous college life. The Scarlet Letter featuring Lillian Gish and Lars Hanson, told a story of early American colonial life, The Flam- ing Forest featuring Renee Adoree, was one of the best and most exciting. I hope that everyone in Central Junior High School will work harder for a bigger and better Reflector every year. Thank you, Beatrice Heindel awww The Bugle Song The following is a study from Tennyson's Bugle Song. The author tries to paint a picture in the first verse. He describes a castle with the last rays of sun falling on its wall. Snowy mountains, and sunlit lakes are in the background, with a leaping cat- aract flowing by. He begs the bugle to blow and answer the dying echoes. The author hears faint clear notes going farther away. He again implores the bugle to answer the echoes that are dying. He accounts for the hearing of the far away notes as the horns of Elfiand. Tennyson tells us that our echoes or our thoughts are forever rolling from soul to soul, and are forever growing. The echoes of the bugle die but our words and actions never die. Ellen Dent. ' Puma uaour PAGE SEVEN