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

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20 THE ANNUAL REFLECTOR +I First Prize, 7th Grade Poetry,Contest The Violet By PATSY LEWLESS The beautiful violet slender and tall, Was queen of them all, All sorts of iiowers of every hue, Red, yellow, purple and blue. The violet was pleased with her subjects so fair, And guarded and kept them all with care, The violet, their proud queen, Ruled with an air supreme. One day a flower, gowned in white, Budded forth into sight. She grew so straight and tall-H That the violet looked little and small. The violet, little and poor, Was their queen no more The iiower who was new, Now was their queen, dressed in snow-colored hue. The new nodded to the poplar trees, And talked with the gentle breeze. Till one day the queen so proud, Saw the sun go behind a cloud. The storm came at last, Bringing a cold bitter blast, . The north wind came in with a clash And the poor queen felt his lash. After all, the rain, When the sun came out again The queen was broken and bentg Her throne was up for rent. The little violet was now straight and tall, She had stood through it all. Again she took the queen's retreat, Saying never again would there be defeat. Qitfb First Prize, 8th grade Poetry Contest Midnight in the Home of a Poor Old Poet By MARTHA LUM The world is at rest, every thing is silent, Hidden away from sight, like little birds in the nest, My heart is iull of pain and droops with loneliness, The cold north wind, that bends the sweet bamboo, Bring to my sad and lonely heart their bitter cry. And I sigh to the moon that shines in silent glory Pouring her silver light alike on the gay and sad. It falls on my sad heart too With a ray that keeps some warmth, Moon, oh Moon! do stay with me! I need your presence The Moon does not answer-she keeps right on her way. Slowly, she disappears, dead to my pain and regret, Leaving me all alone With my longings, With my thoughts. First Prize, 9th Grade Poetry Contest The Ancient Path By BIRD-ELLEN M. GAGE I followed a road as lonely as grief, But I was not lonely. The road was as old as the pines, But I was not old. The road today was as young as youth For 'twas spring and I was young, So the path was mine. From an ancient pine came a voice Like the wail of the wind Beware the road, 'twas trod by my fathers of old Their ghosts love you not. Smiling, I tossed my head. For I was young and cared not for ghosts, And the path was mine. On I walked, till a hand like fate, Reached out to bar my way, And columns of living gold dusted with rose Ascended embracing the skies. The iiame leaped, it laughed, it spoke. With a voice like the song of the sea, Nor yours, nor mine, the road - but God's own way Then I fied the dark wood, for I was afraid, For lo, I was old-old. QJQVD Second Prize, Sth Grade Poetry Contest My House By MARILYNN MORRISON I want a house where I can look Through shiny windows 1 At a jewel clear brook That holds within its arms a quiet tree: And sometimes the beautiful rea, sun Sailing in a quiet canoe, And all around, wilderness and birds, Little hidden gardens all about, California poppies on a slope 'ef To climb and gropeg And olive tinted rocks, Jewels in a satin-cushioned box, Wild English pansies in a hollow, With creeping phlox Very early, but telling Of warmer days to follow. Inside, a living room of size With velvet rugs and shaded lightsg A fireplace for winter nights, A touch of scarlet here and there, An open cupboard and lounging chair, A place where guests are welcomed, And may come and rest. To find themselves deeply interested in Books in my living-room of size, A fleet of tiny boats For storied streams, Sailing on an oaken shelf, And cargoed with my dreams. 0

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Zn egg-b ang THE ANNUAL REFLECTOR 19 I +I 14+ He wanted to help the man but he knew many lives depended on him, so he sped onward. He at last reached his destina- tion. They're trapped! he blurted out to the chief. I'm the only man free ! We must have more men! They gathered more detectives and police to wipe out the place. They followed the man swiftly until they came to the Chinamen's hideout. Mean while the Chinamen, thinking no one had escaped, were trying to decide what to do with so many captives. This is where the policemen found them. Sur- rounded by police and guns, the Chinese surrendered. They freed the slaves and hurried the Chinese to the station. They had found Carolyn asleep in a small room. At the station, after going through the third degree, the chief confessed to his part in the affair, You might as well know, he sobbed, Here is my story. Old General Huntington in the war, sunk a ship he knew my mother, sister, wife, son, and daughter were on. They had long dreamed of coming to America. I vowed Iwould get my revenge. One night I knew I had my chance. Hunt- ington was dozing off in the library. I climbed in thru a secret door and poisoned him. When his granddaughter came, I vowed I would take her for ransom. I put on an ape's suit with an immense claw. Itook her blindfolded to my house. It was I who dropped that note! I was going back to China with the money I got for ransom. Now I am lost forever ! Carolyn was glad to be back with her father and the rest. She is not afraid to stay in the house any longer. They have no enemies now. Shortly after her return, her father bought her a beautiful dog which she named Pal Often Pal and she wandered thru the meadows and woods of the state. She has almost for- gotten that terrible happening and really enjoys her life at the mansion. GNWKS Some have much and some have more, Some are rich and some are poor, Some have little, some have less, Some have not a cent to bless, Their empty pockets, yet possess, True riches in true happiness. -john Oxenliam. I Our Central Junior High SCHOOL everyone loves! Children who are in the grade schools cannot wait till their six years of elementary work are over. They keep dreaming of the year to come when they shall step inside the door and be able to say, I am a student at Central Junior High School. This school was built twelve years ago and still contains the loveliness and beauty it did then. To say farewell to Central seems impos- sible tor it seems as if it were but yesterday that I was in the seventh grade. I have en- joyed Central and the teachers immensely and know that every other ninth grader has also. A group of about five hundred boys and girls will be leaving this school in June but there will be other children in September to take our places. . The seventh, eighth and ninth grades of 1931-1932 have cooperated very well. When the new comers come, cooperate with them also, so that it maybe said, Central has a fine student body and always shall have. , I shall now say farewell to Central, and wish it the brightest of futures. Marjorie Frenzel, 9A. GNQXD Honorable Mention, Poetry Contest Ouf SCl lOOl By THERESA MUSIELAK, 9A Each day I go to a certain school Where we obey the safety rule, This school belongs to you and me, 1t's Central Junior High you see. We all learn to be happy and bright. And see that every thing goes on alright, If our good work was to stop, Central Junior would be losing a lot. Your school and mine is very great These pupils, have loads of fate, They try to do their very best, Believe it or not, they're not like the rest. Happiness here and there, The teachers marks are all so fair, We all pitch in and do our best Joining together like birds in their nest. This school does need a lot of praise, From you and me who helped it raise It's American children who learn so much, Sending them on the road of good luck. -ag-fav H! .ri

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-Legs: THE ANNUAL REFLECTOR 21 avi N'- Courtesy First Prize, 9th Grade Essay Contest, by MABEL M. BAUER OURTESY is a very essential factor in one's character. It can be classed in three ways : Appearance, behavior, and conversation. By these qualities peo- ple form their opinions of you. If you want to be considered a gentlemanly boy or a lady-like girl, you must look well, be- have Well, and speak well. First in importance is your personal appearance. To look well you need not be exspensively and certainly not conspicu- ously dressed. Cleanliness, neatness, and simplicity are the greatest points. Good manners at home are just as nec- essary as looking well. To be well behaved you must be self-possessed, thoughtful, and considerate of everyone. In your home, practice the courtesies which are pleasing to your family, then in public the same courtesies will be easily performed. To be self-possessed you must be calm, quiet, and restrained. To gain these qual- ities be interested and attentive to everyone to whom you are speaking. When talking while standing on your feet, stand quietly and naturally, whether in public, or in private conversation. If you are crossing a hall to speak with an acquaintance, walk, don't run. Wait until you are quietly standing beside the person before you speak. Never shout, except per- haps at a football game. Loud talking is vulgar. Obey your parents promptly and cheer- fully without grumbling or making excuses. The habit oi taking directions pleasantly and carrying them out promptly and effic- iently will help you be successful anywhere. Home is the place to get that first training. Always make the home a happier place in which to live. Quarrelling at home as well as in public is very ill mannered. ' People who are free with their neighbor's property and show no regard for their pri- vacy are sure to be disliked. No matter how friendly you may be, never borrow wear- ing apparel, food, or household furnishing, for as the old proverb goes familiarity breeds contempt. This is very true. School spirit is very important, so we must be loyal. Remember school spirit is something more than cheering the team to victory. Always refer to teachers by full names, never by nicknames. In the cor- ridors take time to hold open the doors for others. Make no unnecessary noise. Place Wastepapers in containers. Always carry your own paper, pencil, eraser and other material. Never hurt or embarrass others by laughing at their mistakes. It might not have been so funny had it been your mistake. Often times in our school career we have committed acts of discourtesy. When going back over our day we are ashamed to acknowledge these, butby these tiny acts our teachers judge us. When visitors are in the building and you and I go racing down the hall ',smack into the arms of a visitor, what do you suppose runs through their minds as we scurry away like scared rabbits? r ' Their opinion of our school can come only from our courtesies toward each other. Would you want them to know us as a dis- orderly group of boys. and girls ? ' No, of course not. Then, let ,us cooperate in making this generation well tmannered, courteous, and law-abiding citizens. GNQKD Honorable Mention, Poetry Contest How Do You Tackle Your Work ? By EMMA and VIRGINIA RoLFE,sA How do you tackle your work each day ?' Are you scared of the job you find? Do you grapple the task that comes your way With a confident, easy mind ? Do you stand right up to the work ahead, Or fearfiilly pause to view it? Do you start to toil with a sense of dread Or feel that you're going to do it ? You can do as much as you think you can, But you'1l never accomplish rnoreg If you're afraid of yourself, young man, There is little for you in store, For failure comes from the inside first, It's there if we only knew it, And you can win, though you face the worst, If you feel that you're going to do it. How do you tackle your work each day? With confidence clear of dread ? What to yourself do you stog and say, When a new task lies a ead ? What is the thought that is in your mind? Is fear ever running through it? If so, just tackle the next you find, By thinking you're going to do it? as-Sa' J-.f-'