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

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THE ANNUAL Rartnoron You know, sheriff, replied Mrs. Clien, there are many Cliens in this country who are no relation to us. After the girls had finished their little shopping and had mailed their invitations they went into the dinning room to eat. After they were served, a man walked in greatly absorbed in a newspaper. No one noticed him until he gave the waiter his order. Then he raised his eyes and they met Mrs. Clien's. Mrs. Clien gave one cry and was at his side. Edward! and with that they cried over each other and made just such a scene as you can imagine two friends would make after many years of absence. I know now where I saw you, said Joan. You were the one I saw standing at the door the night of our marshmallow roast. I remember you, too, replied Mr. Clien. I didn't know that night that you were here for a good reason, neither did I know my sister-in-law was here. Yes, said Mrs. Clien, we have been staying here for about a month now . Someone gave me an awful scare, a few weeks ago, said Mr. Clien, I was in my room lying down when someone open- ed my door. I didn't have any idea who it was and jumped up and climbed out ofthe window. ' That was Beverly, said Mrs. Clien. I beleive you gave her a pretty scare also. After this happened, I thought I had better vacate. When I came to America, three months ago, I took my belongings and came here, being fond of camping. I was planning to stay at the lodge until fall, when I would go to New York for the winter, Mr. Clien told them. When Friday came, the party was not only to celebrate the good times at the Fern, but to surprise Mr. Clien, Mary's father, with presenting him to his long-lost step- brother and to welcome Mr. Edward Clien into his family circle. GNOND The Dickensinns This year in home room 201 we have been studying about Dickens during literature class once or twice a week. Our projects have been to make little plays from his famous stories, to read stories by him, to learn about his life, and to make aDickens alphabet. ' This alphabet made by the class has one or more characters for nearly every letter. A rhyme is made for each character with each letter in the alphabet. This work has aroused the interest of the class in the work of Charles Dickens, one ofthe world's most famous authors and novelists. We have formed a club calling our- selves the Dickensians. The books we had our parts from were '4Nickolas Nickelby, Facts from Hard Times,'l Cratchit's ChristmasDinner from Christmas Carol, and Pickwick Papers. This work is sponsored by our teacher, Miss Flanders. Lately, we have been writing stories about his characters. The best will go into a big notebook that Lorraine Fisher made for the sole purpose of the Dickensian's work. Among the characters pupils wrote about, the most popular proved to be, Jo, the Crossing Sweeperg Caleb Plummer, the toymaker, and his blind daughter Berrhag Oliver Twistg Fagin, the Jew and Mr. P.ckwick Other stories were wrtten about other characters but these by far were the char- acters chosen by the majority of the class. In the study of Dickens we found him a most interesting author. Bob Swiss GNWKD Scores of Season's Basketball Games Central Heavies, ..,, , Central Heavies. ,.. Central Heavies ...... Central Heavies ..,,.. Central Heavies ....,, Central Heavies ...... Central Heavies ...... Centrai Heavies Central Heavies.. . . . Central Heavies .... .. Central Heavies ...... Central Heavies .,,,.. Central Heavies ,,.... PAGE NINETEEN Central Jr. Faculty. , 26 Alumni . ,.,.,,,.., . ..14 Bay City Eastern ..., 13 Saginaw High Reservesl Itlorth ....., . .,...... .7 South ,... ,... ........ 9 Port Huron Garfield..15 Bay City Handy ... ..l2 St. Peter8zPaul High 20 North .... ........ . ..,, 7 Bay City ,.....,. 10 Port Huron W. J. H. S.12 Bay City ..., 12 158

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THE ANNUAL Rarnacroa The Fernery By Isabel Birss and Continued hom, OME quick! Joan is dead and some- one is holding mel Help !! Oh, my! Someone come! ! This was Sally's voice and the girls' blood turned cold when they heard the cries. They made a dash for the house, armed with forks. As they mounted the kitchen steps, Mrs. Clien sig- naled for silence. Unsteadily, she took a flash light from her pocket and quickly swung the door open. Flashing the light around the kitchen, she finally located Sally who was still screaming at the top of her voice. As the light fell upon her Sally ceased her screams and Mrs. Clien started hers. But Mrs. Clien's were screams of laughter for being a woman of a happy nature she could laugh in the mist of doubt. The girls peering over her shoulder saw the cause of her laughter. There, at the other door was Sally jumping up and down try- ing to tear her dress, which was caught in the door, loose. Sally, seeing them laugh- ing, looked around to see the cause. She removed her skirt from the door and said in a scared voice, Never mind me, Isee there is nothing the matter with me, but find Joan. Mrs. Clien flashed her light up and down and soon the stream of light dis- closed a light through the archway that made the girls shudder and turn pale. There on the floor lay Joan with a stream of blood on her forehead. They found was not hurt very badly but had a large she cut on her forhead and was rather dizzy from the shock. The only explanation she had was, I came in and suddenly my candle went out. I stumbled on the table- leg I guess. My head aches dreadfully. After a night of careful ,nursing on Mrs. Clien's part Joan was able to eat her breakfast. Two weeks passed with a few scares and much fun. For the Friday of the third week the girls planned a party to which ihey could invite their friends from Paw- 1 PAGE E I Darleen Aschizeller the April issue Everything went well in the line of pre- paration until the girls discovered they did not have any dresses fit to wear to theparty, having only brought with them clothes suitable for camping. Mrs. Clien suggested cutting up some of the old silk dresses in the attic and making them into new party dresses for the girls. Joan found a rose shaded dress that was very becoming to her black hair and rosy cheeks. While the others were looking for theirs, she ran- sacked some trunks trying to find orna- ments suitable to wear with her dress and at the same having a good time looking at the queer odds and ends found there. She glanced at a picture, picked it up and stared hard and long. Mrs. Clien, said Joan, who is this man? In her hand she was holding a photograph of a young man. That, an- swered Mrs. Clien, is a picture of Mary's father's step-brother Edward, taken before he went to war. lt seems like a dream but, lim sure I saw that man some place. Those eyes are familar, replied Joan. Then hesitatingly, she told the girls in a soft voice, Yes, I can't think of it so very hard and nothing is plain to me, but I can't mistake those eyes. Irememberitas a dream and it isn't all clear to me. After this speech Mrs. Clien seemed nervous. That afternoon Mrs. Clien and the girls went to Paw-ki to mail the invitations. The Main Building on Main Street, served as a hotel, dry goods store and post office. When Mrs. Clien entered the post office she was confronted by County Sheriff Atwater who was noted for knowing all the affairs of town. Misses Clien, yuh don' happin' ta have any relations what sign their name Mr. E. Clien do yuh? Yes, said Mrs. Clien, my husbands stepbrothefs name is Edward Clieng Why? ' Wall, answered the sheriff, a person registered the other afternoon who signed his name Mr. E. Clien. Iwas jest wundrinf' GHTEEN

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THE ANNUAL REFLECTOR The Man and the Snake A Fable by Bow Lee Fonvavll: The czlimr thinks this fublr: of Bow Lack deserves n plncc in this nnnual because of Iii: llijlif culry in struggling with n language new to him. MAN riding on a dro1nedary's back is passing in the jungle supposing to get a little leisure from his long tire- some trip. That place where that man is sitting, just a little while ago there is a group of travellers passing through, who lift a burden through burning woods. These woods are in flames near which a poisonous deadly snake is sleeping. The tree is con- tinually burning. When the snake woke up, it found itself in the midst of the fire and unable to get off. Help! Help! cried the snake in a gentle voice. I This voice reached to the ear drum of the man who rushed over to see what had happened. He neared the tree, when to his great surprise he saw the poisonous snake. 'How can I? replied the man, You are a serious enemy to our people, con- tinued he. I shall not hurt you, and will escort you out of' this jungle, spoke the snake out in a respectful voice. After the snake had spoken, the kindly man ran to his camel quickly, took off a bag and a lance from it. As quickly as he could, he tied his bag on the end of the lance, thrust it upon the fire and told the snake to creep into the bag then laid it upon the ground. When the mouth of the bag was opened, the great snake sneaked slowly out of the bag, and the man's second aston- ishment was great. I-la! Ha! shouted the snake savagely. I shall not only escort you, but I will have your camel and you to get my poisonous fangs on. What! Haven't you said that you will not hurt me ? sobbed the man angrily. Of course, I have said that but I do this just as you men have done to their animals, answered the snake. You can't prove it, said the man, I dare say it is possible to prove it, added that man, If you can prove it, I will give myself and my camel to you. I agree to it, certainly I agree to it, my dear man, said the snake. In the meanwhile, they saw a cow who was getting her dinner of the grass from the field. Let us go to that animal and see what the answer is, suggested the snake, and permitted the man to do so. They walked over to the field, the snake explained the reason ofthe quarrel and ask- ed her for the best way to treat the man. In the experience of my life, replied the cow, we and our calves supplied men with milk, butter, as well as cheese. Then we get old, and they took care of us, treated us, not like as when we are young but put us in the great field like this to eat the grass and reeds. When we suddenly grow fatter and they sell us to the butchers. Isn't this illtreating us? The snake heard this statement, and said: 'lWhat more do you want? Are you satisfied yet? No, not yet, said the man. Let's go ask somebody else. Very good, responded the snake. Then they begged the big tree which stood beside the field to settle this case. The tree said: In the summer time, the travellers don't suffer with the heat, because I have my dense shade to cover them. lf my fruit is ripe and I give it to slake or cure their thirst, but as soon as the winter has appeared, my shade is gone. Many of them then chop off my feet or hands for their fuel. Are these men grateful? The snake got this explantion, stared at the man and asked if he wasn't satisfied. Certainly not, answered the man these are only personal grievances. At the same time, a fox rushed in front of them and was called by the snake to be judge. PAGE TWENTY