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

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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

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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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I ll3IIElHES!IiillliiilIHIQlhi!lQ2IHI2l?Hli?!iii?!! XJ capable of into one last hope. He rode with all his might up to the rope and making one powerful leap, went over the rope, bicycle and all, and down on the other side as if nothing had happened. Sidney was following close behind. He did not start in time to leap the rope, and consequently plunged into it, falling head first on the unyielding ground. When Dick Summers saw what had happened, he immediately let the rope fall to the ground, The other riders whizzed by Sidney, and were lost to view in the dust. George, by far, was the leader now. He did not know what had happened behind him, but the goal post was the only thing of importance to him now, and he was drawing near it. He looked behind to see if any others were near him. Number Five was about twenty-five feet behind. The race was now between these two. The boys were fighting desperately. They were nearly even. The people were dumfounded. George slowly drew ahead of the other rider. The people, thousands of them, were cheering him. George put all his strength into one frantic run. He whizzed by the goal post as the winner! Number Five was a close second. The cheering crowd lingered awhile, and then, one by one, left the grandstand. Later George met Sidney on the Held. He had no doubt as to what had happened, and walking up to Sidney with outstretched hand he said, Shake, old chap. I trust you have learned your lesson. Let's shake and call it evenf' Sidney who had stood all the time with downcast eves now looked up, a smile playing on his face. I certainly have! he replied, as their hands met in a hearty grip. Un Jour CD' Ecole NORRIS DE BOW, '25 Din, din, din, din. C'est la pendule sur la table. Misericorde! Il est neuf heures et je suis en retard pour le dejeuner. Je me depeche d'aller en bas pour le dejeuner. Mon pere ct ma mere sont deja a table. J'entre dans la salle a manger et je dis: 'tBonjour, mon pere et ma mere. Ils me repondent: Bonjour, mon enfant, tu es en retard ce matinf' Je suis assis entre mon pere et ma mere. Sur la table il y a une jolie nappe blanche et un bouquet des fleurs du printemps. Devant chaque personne il y a une assiette et une servietteg a droite, il y a un couteau et une cuiller et, a gauche, une fourchette. Pour le dejeuner j'ai d'abord une orange, puis une omelette qui est tres bonne. Mon pere et ma mere ont une tasse de cafe, mais moi j'ai un grand verre de lait. .Vai iini mon dejeuner maintenant et je dois commencer a etudier mes lecons. D'abord j'etudie ma lecon de francaisg elle est assez facile, mais quelquefois je dois ecrirc les exercices a l'encre et c'est plus diflicile. Puis j'etudie mes autres lecons. A midi quinze je pars pour l'ec0le superieure. Je demeure pres de l'ecole, aussi mon amie et moi marchons nous de la maison a 1'ecole et nous sommes toujours a l'heure. Ma premiere classe commence a midi quarante-cinq. Ma deuxieme classe est la classe de francais. La salle de classe est tres petite. Le pupitre de l'institutrice est devant nous et nous sommes assis en face d'elle. Le tableau moir est derriere l'institu- lrice-. Dans la classe nous ecrivons quelquefois au tableau noir. Nous corrigeons aussi, avec In crayon, les exercises que nous avons ecrits a l'encre. Un jour nous avons choisi Ie burr-au dc la classe. A cinq heuros les classes terniinent. Mon amie et moi nous retournons a ma niaison. Je dis: A demain a mon amie et elle retourne chez elle. A dix heures je me couche. II PM !l !25Zl2lIHIEZIHPEHIHHEIIIEZIIEIIEEIIE!!QII!EiiHIIEiiillliiiiIIEIEZZZSEEEEIIIEERIEilgliwiillili2?i3iI1Eiiii!!iZSZlI Page Eighty-threw