Central Middle School - Ceejay Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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11' 'eu few-i'i' VIIHII' Iwi fredii ni ' --f - - nr Mm. I Saved MlI.l'iRlCD ANSELM, '26 First Prize First Year Story During the World War, a beautiful city in Belgium was the scene of great re- joicing. Visitors from all over the country were celebrating the glorious victory which they hoped had freed their city from the foe. Crowds had gathered in the streets to dance and play. The rich and the poor, both great and small, were shouting praises to their army. They had no fear of an attack from the enemy, for the city was well guarded by their troops. One little girl. Joan, watched all this merriment with a sad heart. Her home had and brother killed, and her mother carried away by the cruel enemy. She had managed to keep from starving by selling fruits and vegetables for an old woman who was been destroyed, her father N... if I li 14 WNY ff X512 , fix if ll x Cixi . .J W Ak f Z-N I fini ! 1 lllll Einisr YM :Luisa not kind to her. Hours passed of this merriment then-hark! What was that? It was the tread of marching soldiers entering the city. The Germans! The Germans! People ran about help- lessly, They crowded their way into buildings seeking safety. Poor little Joan stood like a statue. The sound of the guns rang in her ears. She must not stay in the streets. Turning to enter a small shop, she found her way blocked by a wounded French soldier. Stooping, she raised his head and asked him if she could do anything for'him. 'tNever mind me, came from his dying lips. Take this message to the general outside the city. He gave her a paper which she hid in her dress and darted away. Panic- stricken crowds rushed by, pursued by the German troops. The enemy pillaging and destroying, did not notice her. She was weak from lack of food but she pressed on. She must obey the dying soldier. Now she could see the lights of the camp. Nearer she came and nearly exhausted reached the guard who took her to the general. Giving him the paper she fell fainting at his feet. Hurriedly glancing at the message she had brought, he ordered a move which would cut off and capture the foe as it crossed the river on its retreat. Joan's courage had spoiled the plans of the invaders. She smiled as she regained consciousness to see a nurse bending over her. This kind lady told her she was to be taken care of and educated by the good officer whose army she had aided. CPets MARY VVOLF, '26 Second Prize First Year Poem While Pussy wants, for all her days, A nice warm fire to lie beside, A cozy nook in which to hide, Where she may sit all day, and dream. A bowl of luscious yellow cream And now and then a comfy lap In which to doze a while and nap. Each little hc-nstie has his way, llis own idea ol' petting, And I'm the last to say him nay. If Bowser wants a hearty spank And stroke upon his glossy flank, A well won word of honest praise. I911555651Ill?IIZZIEIIHIHIWEEEIH!!EIIE3Il5llif32llE!lEill!!iiEIlEiEilllililgliZIHIEEEilIEEEIEiH5532liilliiiiiiiilliliiglls Page Eighty un:

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. 229,555 .N I '...s- I cvfln Encounter JAMES MUZZY. '26 ' First Prize First Year Poem A shapeless hulk in the water And battered wreck in the night Is all that is left of The Bulldog, The ship that had lost in the fight. Her men are all dead or wounded: Her colors torn from the mast: The colors of proud Old England Are down from on high at last. The fight was hard and tiresome. It had raged the whole day long. They knew not who, at nightfall Would sing the victor's song. And then there came a maneuverg By the Yankees it was staged. They drew up their ship alongside, And a hand-to-hand battle was waged. Suddenly, there started a panic. Some one in the crowd had yelled The magazine's fired! To the ship for your lives! If you tarry you'll all be killed! The sailors all scrambled aboard their ship They hoisted their sail with a reel. Ropes were thrown offg cables were cut, And the helmsman threw over the wheel. The laurels have gone to the victor She sailed away in pride To be met on the shores of the U. S. A. With shouts of, t'Hurrah for the Clyde . 1 IIEiIllEH52IIEiIZZIEESIQIRIIEEE!!HIE!IIEIIESH5313HERE!IEEiigI!EiEillS!lI!IEE3IH555552252ElEii!55IiEEiii'Si 'nur u Q Page Eighty

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fX l Y l liEQIIEIEEE!IiiilliiliilQlhi!!L3!ilElflQiE!iiii! K! Off! 1 l ANNES LUTHER, '27 Second Prize Sophomore Story The big day at last had come. The weather was ideal. No race track could have been in better condition. Everyone was hurrying to get to the grand stand on time. Marysville had never celebrated a day compared to this since its history had been recorded. The grandstand had already begun to show signs of life. A little later, and it would be a surging, expectant, eager mass of people. People, people, nothing but people! George eyed them curiously. Turning to his companions he said, I don't believe I ever saw so many people in all my life. George Winters was the most popular person there. He was tall and well built. With his wavy dark hair, his strong muscular body, and clear, straight forward eyes, . he made a very handsome picture. George was to ride ! X bicycle Number Six. All the while as he was putting his NT X bicycle in order, he had been thinking about the one hun- fx Xxx dred dollar prize that was being offered to the winner of 'vw ,ig V , L ff ' the race. t :0gfi3Lfi?Lhi4iQ-5, HI am determined to win that prize! he said to him- A l , dvisffifri fi' self. That will help towards my college education. N fvl, M55 Sidney Arnold, one of George's rivals, was standing ll Mill'-.NTLRX . near. When he heard that remark, he whirled around say- 1 ill- R al l ing, You're not going to get that prize if I lose my bicycle ? XL, 1 keepin' you from it. Understand now, do ye? George said nothing, but the look of determination in his face caused Sidney to slip quietly away to the grand- stand where he was lost for awhile, amongst the eager on- lookers. Here he motioned to his friend, Dick Summers, who came running down to meet him. A few hasty words passed between them and then with a knowing wink, Dick moved unconcernedly away, and Sidney walked back in silence, but with a wicked smile playing upon his lips. Fifteen minutes later, the bicycles were drawn up. Martin, the physical director, who was to start the boys off on their race, was carefully arranging the wheels in a straight line. The mass of people had settled and everything had suddenly grown quiet. Far down the track a slip of a lad-no less than Dick Summers-was lying in the grass watching for the race to begin. Mr. Martin held the gun high in the air. The boys stood eagerly by their bicycles! Bang! They were off! The bicycles kept pretty close together for about thirty seconds. Then ten seconds later they were beginning to scatter. Number Seven, which Sidney was riding, took the lead. But Number Six was not far behind. Gradually Number Six came closer, closer, closer to the leader. George was leaning forward in his bicycle putting all his muscular effort into the race. Nearer his wheel forged to the front! George could see that he was gaining fast on Sidney. Now he was taking the lead. Sidney was following and the others were close behind. George strained his eyes on the track ahead. All of a sudden, he thought he saw something lying across the road in front of him. As he drew nearer, he could see distinctly that there was a rope stretched across his path. Suddenly an idea popped into his brain. Could he do it'! He made up his mind to try. When only a few yards away, George gathered all the force that he was IIEII .2632IHi!iLlE1lQ?2lEi!9ii!.HIFTEZIIEZIEZIIHIIIEIIEIIEIIEZQiIiiIl!?3iiI!lI25'E!li2l5IlHiEi!IIIE!IEI15i5EE!iE!Ell1?Eii5iElZSS!ii!5lIS Page Eighty-two