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

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CENTRAL JUNIOR ,ily ANNUAL REFLECTOR WU nQ,a42Qi,,m.9u W, 1. Tea Dance. 2. Miss Dailey. 3. Lightweight basketball Game. 4. Setting type for Annual Reflector. 5. Mounting the photos. 6. Proof-reading. 7. Printin g. Y Folding. 15. Esther Archangeli. Roberta Bintz, Kenneth Brace. Archie Wallace. ' Henry Zacharias. Margaret Fischer. 16' Jack Roth, with hat on. 17, Ruth Phoenix. Helen Fischer, Elaine Wes- lock, Florence Krohn, Betty Baehr, Claire Harrigan, Mae Maehr, Elizabeth Mathis, Hazel Reid. Josephine Odell, and Ruth Einfalt. Elmer Weise. Doris Fischer, Richard Bershing, and Karl Harmer. School Band. Betty Baehr, Phyllis Bisson- ette, Miss Trussell, Cyrella Blumlo, and Grace Burdick. Jean Wagner, Lila Forsyth, and Betsy Orr. Helen Fischer. lola Strobel. Science class.

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CENTRAL JUNIOR QE. ANNUAL REFLECTOR van nQ..D4E,E,'C5V4.9n UGA Metal WOI'l'C The metal class, under the direction of Mr. Emil C. Trommer, has made much progress this year. Her, we also learned how to operate various types of machines. ' At the first of the year, when we 'first entered the class, the work seemed to be very diflicult. But as We went along, the work became easier when we learned to read blue prints and to measure more accurately. The learning of metalwork, as a vocation, is an important trade these days, for it offers more opportunities than it has in the past. One who can successfully learn this trade would find little difliculty in earning a living. In this indus- trial country of ours the metal Worker has the chance to use his trade in the making of auto- mobile bodies, rails for trains, steel frames, etc. Mr. Trommer has taught this class in Cen- tral for nearly twelve years, and all boys have enjoyed having him for their teacher. May he long continue to teach and may We profit from his teaching. Leo Martinez Cecil Allison QJOKD cc It Paysn It pays to give a helping hand To eager, earnest youth, To note with all their waywardness Their courage and their truth. Hi-Y Club The Central Junior Hi-Y Club was organized in October, 1934, for the purpose, as its constitu- tion states, of establishing and keeping good fellowship and to provide educational and recre- ational opportunities for its members. At the first election of oihcers Bob Kampfert, Henry Zacharias, Arnold Zapoleon, and Don Warren were chosen to direct the affairs of the club and to plan a series of programs for the weekly meet- ings. Among the speakers at noon meetings were Coach Stackhouse, of Saginaw High School, Myron Wilson, chief detective of the Saginaw police force, and Captain Bob Fish, of the Royal British Air Corps. Many other speakers made the meetings enjoyable. Other activities included a potluck supper, at which Don Warren ate huge quantities of pie, a trip to the Zilwaukee power plant, and visits to the Saginaw airport and the Bell Telephone building. At the Hi-Y swimming meet, every boy who Wanted to swim, was put on the team and they unexpectedly pulled out a victory over the other junior Hi-Y clubs. The club has chosen as oiiicers, to carry on next year the work which was so well started this year, Don Warren, Danny Soloman, Vert- ner Mandelstom, and Kenneth Brace. They are laying plans for a year of entertainment and edification. It pays to comfort heavy hearts Oppressed with dull despair, And leave in sorrow-darkened lives One gleam of brightness there. Flora Eastman to find it is to get busy. PF :lf Sk if There is happiness in the world and the way l l l Maintenance Force ..,g,.i 35 M,

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CENTRAL JUNIOR ,319 ANNUAL REFLECTOR A90 llLmfFmg9ll UG!-1 Hidden Treasure NNE WANN, a girl of thirteen years, and her brother Don, who was going on iifteen, just received a letter from their great- aunt Dorothy in Boston. This was an invitation extended to Anne and Don to spend a month of their vacation at her large estate. Oh mother l may we go?,' begged Anne. Please let us, mom, we've never been to Bos .... , Don was interrupted. Oh yes I have, smarty, this from Anne. Oh Heck! you were only a baby. Children, children stop arguing. If you're going to act this Way at great-aunt Dorothy's I won't hear to your going, put in Mrs. Wann. Gee ! she's always talking. It was finally decided that Anne and Don would leave the week after school let out. Oh Boy! I'm excited, said Don as he car- ried his and Anne's suitcases to the car. Don't think I'm not. The final words of goodbye had been given and they were on their way. It was a two-day trip. A spacious car was waiting for them at the station. Great-aunt Dorothy greeted them. I'm so glad to see you, I do hope you have a good timefl Oh, I'm sure we will, answered Anne quick- ly. The house was red brick, trimmed in white, and very large and roomy. Their great-aunt had lived there all her fifty- five years and it had been in the family for genera tions. They were busy the first weeks of their trip, but this was a rainy Saturday. Don and Anne got permission to explore the attic. Upon entering it was obvious that it had not been entered for some time as dust was quite .thick and cobwebs plentiful. Anne first discovered an old trunk full of old clothes and hats. Ouch ! yelled Don. What did I hit ? I ll-Iow would I know? responded Anne. Let's oo . It resembles a painting. Let's take it out in- to the light. Okay, come on. After dusting it off a very handsomely paint- ed picture was revealed. They asked their great-aunt about it. It has been so long since I went up there I'd forgotten what was there. Later, they discovered it was very valuable and had been hunted for some time. They were given 55,000 for it. You found it, so the money is all yours, they were informed by their great-aunt. I don't know what to say, was Don's reply. Believe me they were glad it rained that Saturday. Harriette Ysberg CZJWKD Granclma's Rocking Chair I am thinking of a cottage, In a quiet rural dell, A.nd a brook that ran beside it, That I used to love so well, I have sat for hours and listened, While it rippled at my feet, And thought no other music In the world was half so sweet. There are forms that flit before me, Those are the times I yet recall, But the voice of gentle Grandma I remember best of all. In her loving arms she held me, And beneath her patient care I was borne away to dreamland In her dear old rocking-chair. I am thinking of a promise That I made when last we metg 'Twas a rosy summer twilight That I shall never forgetg Grandma's going home, she whispered, And the time is drawing nighg Tell me, darling, will you meet her In our Father's house on high ? She was looking down upon me, For a moment all was still, Then I answered with emotion, By the grace of God I will. How she clasped me to her bosom! And we bowed our heads in prayer Where so oft we knelt together, By her dear old rocking-chair. She has passed the veil of shadows, She has crossed the narrow sea, And beyond the crystal river, Where she is waiting for me. But in fancy I recall her, And again we kneel in prayer, While my heart renews its promise By her dear old rocking-chair. Elaine Brusehafer QJOJD A Fish Story ANSWERS l. Butter and jelly. 5. C.O.D. 2. Pipe. 9. Sun. 3. Gold. 7. Flounder. 4. Drum. 8. Bass. 37 JW...