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

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f'X - Shadows MARGARET MAY, '25 Second Prize Second Year Story It was just a shabby, dilapidated, little house standing back from the roadside. The snow Huttering softly down seemed to shut the lonely dwelling away from the world. An elm, creaking and groaning, stood sentinel-like by the rusty, iron gate. The wind which whistled and shrieked down the chimney with a voice almost human, drove the snow before it in fury. Inside sat poor, old Nanny Webster. Life had been hard for Nanny these last few years and now visions of the poorhouse loomed above her horizon. She was scantily clad and each gust of wind made her shiver and draw her worn shawl closer about her AQ ffZZ 44 ,fa 5, fzg fa 7 ff Wag: :furor rm as-L i 2 4 X i , 1 ff ,. ,f f K QVQIX X X231 E xy A ii? .. ,' y' E X WWI 1 E f 1 f 44.1 , iw ld f- fl r if .. ' shoulders. The fire was low, but when the fitful wind came rushing down the chimney it brightened up a little. If, during one of these rare flashes, you glanced quickly you could see the bareness, the poverty of the furnishings. Everything was as neat as wax, however. Deepening dusk made things seem gloornier and shabbier. The old fashioned clock was ticking the seconds away. Each succeeding second pressed a heavier burden on Nanny's heart as it brought her that much nearer the poorhouse. Yes, her neighbors could no longer care for her. Well, she was glad her folks were all gone so they wouldn't know. But she thought of Dan the poor boy she had kept during those long, hard years. She always hoped that Dan would come back. Growing restless she walked to an old fashioned horse-hair trunk and put in some of her treasures. Taking out a small picture she dropped into a chair and gazed at it by the light of the tire. It was just ten years ago that this boy had left her to seek his fortune. Full of hope he promised he'd soon be back. He told her he would soon have a home and she could live with him. But not one word had she heard of him for so long. He is dead, she mused. He would not forget me. Presently her feelings overcame her and the tears trickled down her wrinkled old cheeks. This erased the aching of her heart and she dropped off to sleep. Harkl aknock! Trembling like a leaf she tottered to the door and lifted the latch. Hello Mrs. Webster, a letter for you, I was in town today and I thought I had better bring it to youf' cried a. cheery voice which she recognized as that of a friendly neigh- bor. Taking the letter she slowly read it. She turned pale and almost fell. Is it bad news? the kind neighbor asked. Oh, NO! Read it,l' and she handed him the letter. Dear Mother Webster: At last I have a nice home. Preceding the last few years I have been like a gypsy wandering from city to city, state to state. My neglect in writing has been inexcusable but you will forgive me, won't you, dear Mother? Now my good news. My wife is mighty lonesome living on the farm miles from the city. Now, won't you come and keep us company? We both can never repay your kindness to me during my sickness. I hope to see you soon. I am enclosing a money order for your railroad fare, Lovingly, Dan. The next day Nanny left for Dan,s. As the sleigh drew away from her home she turned to catch one last glimpse. Ah! Every nook and cranny was indelibly pressed upon her heart. At last she resolutely turned on the drab yesterday and faced the bright tomorrow. VPIILEEEIEIIIE!IEIEIIQIEEIEMHIEIIIEIIEZIIEHISIIEIIEIIESHEI!HiEMi!IIEHIEZIHiEf2lI!H!SI!SiilgliiliilliilllgiiilliiliigII?I I urn' Eighty-four

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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

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L L fX fEF' ?iII E?f.I4.I iI l?I?I '-' 2' .ri v rhmfml' ..l Ydii-'hail' Iillrim lIQIIEIIEE-ElliillliliilgihlilIEELEIEIIHIEQIIKEI I kj Farewell Freshmen Lois M. RUSSELL, '25 Second Prize Second Year Poem Ah, well do I lemember The day I first enrolled, When I came to dear old Central And around her halls I strolled, When first I learned her customs, Took part in social whirls, Or made myself unhappy Forgetting the names of girls, 'Twas then as a verdant Subbie, Through hours of toil and strife, I learned the many lessons Of a green, green Freshman's life. Now I'm here as only a Freshman Thinks that he can live on earth, Furnishing awe for a Subbie, But for every Sophomore, mirth. The studies now are harder, We have less time for fun, And the faculty's waxing bolder, Our troubles have just begun. But as the year grows shorter, Though our hats are in the ring , We're 'fraid we'll be a Sophomore, Without knowing a blessed thing. Little CBobbie Jones DOROTHEA PICKETT, '25 Little Bobby Jones fMay his tribe increaselj ,fe--A af, , if 753 3 52 f Qi .I M ff ff Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw among the shadows of his room, Making it frightful, like a graveyard or tomb, , X -f,-f An angel writing in a book of black. la E ii -N' h lil, ,LJ fi l I ' ., fl X ff ', M151 Fi l X nilljllll imgfleegii mm 7-N.n.m Boldness was one thing that Bobby didn't lack, And to the presence in the room, he said, 'tW'at'cher 'ritin? The vision raised its head, and answered, The names of those who are not turning Away from the paths of essential learning. 'tAin't I on it? asked Bobby. Nay, not so, Replied the angel. Bobby spoke more low, But cheerily still, and said, I'll tell yer then, Jot me down with th' Guys that studies Latin. The angel wrote and vanished. The next night It came again with a great awakening light, And showed the names of those whom knowledge had blessed, And Lo! Little Bobby's name led all the rest! EEFIEEISEIEEIQillliilliiiliiilfiilFifi!5322IlilIHIE!IZIIEEGEIIHiil!-ll2ii4!il!IEZiHlii!II!3!EIEiEEREliiliiiiiiiilliliiklifl I Page Eighty-hw