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

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ipi MypBiOPa ei Bfioyoo onoMB The Tardy (s!hec { Prize Story of Second Year Class RUTH COMER Bobby Murdock ' s eyes gleamed with joy as he bounded up the steps to his room. In his hand he held a letter from home. Gee, he thought, this li ' l ole ' lowance check ' ll come in handy. I surely need it for that date tonight. Hot Dog! Half-falling into his room he flung his coat and collapsed on the nearest object, which happened to be his steamer trunk, gaily deco- rated with all the paraphernalia of a college freshman. Bobby ex- perienced a brief pang in the region of his heart as his eyes fell on the textbooks he should have been studying. But all sad thoughts vanished as his gaze returned to the letter. Off came the smart oxfords; his toes spread comfortably, and, that he might further enjoy the next few minutes, his tie was unfastened. Bobby was proud of that tie. The older generation would have pronounced it jazzy and unfit to be seen on the street, but in college lingo it was the cat ' s ear-muffs. Then for even greater comfort he loosened his collar. After dislodging a megaphone and a coat hanger, he was ready to open the welcome missive. Rip-p went the envelope. Out slipped a single sheet of paper with a few type-written lines on it. No check between its folds; none in the envelope! Bobby ' s brow wrinkled in dismay. His eyebrows drew together in an upward slant. Eyes and lips displayed a mixture of dismay, amazement, anxiety. Again he shook the envelope and even blew it open, peering within. A long low whistle escaped him as he realized that the missive was signed Dad and contained information to the effect that his stern parent considered his present allowance entirely too extravagant for a child his age, therefore it would be forth- coming every two months instead of one. With incredulous eyes Bobby stared at the letter. No allowance and he was broke ! He jingled the few coins in his pocket. Fifteen cents, no allowance, and a date with the most popular girl in college! But yet a greater shock awaited him. Since your mother and I have long wished to see what college life is like, you may expect us on the 10:40 train the 26th. Such was the postscript! Mechanically, Bobby ' s eyes wandered from the clock to the calendar. Suddenly he sat up. Why today was the 26th and it was 1:30 already! Wonder if his folks had been waiting for him at the station? He ' d surely get in trouble if they had. With frantic haste, he prepared to go find them. Just as he finished slicking back his hair, a resounding knock was heard. Hastily jerking open a drawer he pretended to be hunting a collar. Co — , he got no farther for the door opened. Well, exclaimed a strangely familiar voice, can ' t you even stop to say ' hello ' ? Bobby swung around. In the door stood Larry Hamilton, smiling and debonair, who asked, What ' s wrong, old man? as h» caught sight of Bob ' s woebegone face. Wearily Bob began to explain. Ere he had spoken half a dozen words, Larry was in helpless paroxysms of laughter. The sight of Bob ' s bewildered face sent him into fresh gales of mirth. That ' s rich, he finally grasped. And you really believed it all? Well, I cer- tainly paid you back for that trick you played on me. I wrote that letter myself! Just then another knock was heard. The opened door disclosed the postman. Special delivery, sir, he said to Bob. When the envelope was opened out fell a long letter and — Bob ' s allowance! [ JM I IIIH IHHI Page Eighty-eight

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Ts % W The couf s Soliloquy Prize Poem of Second Year Class NORMAN KELLOGG When I see the bright stars twinkling just above the prairie ' s rim, Then I want to steal up closer ' cause they look so far and dim, And they look a lot like campfires as they flicker, flare and pale. They bring back days long vanished, days when campfires lit the trail. Once we found a ring of schooners by the watch-fires careless glow; Nearing them we saw fire spreading to the wagons row on row, The heroes ' days were over, for we heard the redskins wail, As they danced the scalp dance ' round the campfires on the trail. Once again I saw the fire-glow through the desert ' s evening haze, Found a miner thirsty, dying, yet he fed his campfire ' s blaze! For the fierce wolves howled around him but he lived to tell the tale, Grasp my hand and called me pardner ' side his campfire on the trail! Sometime soon I ' ll again feel restless, take my gun from off the shelf, And go down that silent trail just to find out for myself, Whether the sun is a great beacon, whether that moon ' s a signal pale, Whether those stars that burn forever are the campfires of my trail! ll O vo li Page Eighty-nine