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

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c . o 5 1 zA Holiday Prize Poem of First Year Class JOY MINTURN I like to have a holiday To do the things I please; Of course I like to go to school But still I like my ease. I like to have a holiday To be in bed awhile, To draw, to think, and lazy be — No class within a mile. I like to have a holiday To fix a lunch I like, To eat at home or take with me On a long and jolly hike. I like to have a holiday To sit out in the swi ng, And have a visit with a chum Without a care for anything. I like to have a holiday To read my favorite book, With pillows and a plate of fudge In some quiet, cozy nook. I like to have a holiday Just to be with mom; She ' s a dandy pal to help me And to get ideas from. I like to have a holiday, I think it ' s good for me; I ' m eager to get back to school ' Cause I ' ve my play you see. t:;,i ::is;fei-£:LSiK;i fii ! Page Ninety-one

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aBnopfeuoi i siiM !l!;T ;Hni i !i.si i!: i i;ss!i (Compensation Prize Story of First Year Class GEORGIA RUTH COX In the midst of a large manufacturing city, stood the colonial mansion of the late Colonel John N. Robinson. Although it was in the industrial district, Colonel Robinson still clung to the only home he had ever known. It had belonged to a long line of eminent men before him. It was surrounded by factories of every kind and by the busy hum of industrial life, yet it still held its place as one of the most elegant and beautiful of all homes. The master of this mansion, Colonel Robinson, was considered a financial wizard. People came from all four corners of the earth to seek his advice and recommendation. One evening the papers told a startling story of how the Trust National Bank, one of the leading banks of the city, was short one hundred thousand dollars. People at once were set to whisper and gossip. The bank examiners had gone over the books time after time and again and again, but to no avail. The bank was short the money. The next day a sudden, fascinating, yet horrible hush spread over the entire city. Colonel John N. Robinson, the much respected president and citizen, was accused of embezzling the sum of one hundred thousand dollars from this bank. It was thought he had failed in some enterprise and had stolen the money to cover his losses. Both the rich and the poor had entrusted their money to this bank — the rich, their large capital and the poor, their life savings. The citizens were enraged and disap- pointed and after a thrilling, lasting trial, Robinson was given a life term in prison. Ten years had passed and other men had taken Colonel Robinson ' s place in the world. Most cities grow in size and industry, and this city was not exceptional, conse- quently in the ten years that Colonel Robinson had seen nothing but bare prison walls, this town ' s industries had grown too large for their present homes and were expand- ing into new territory. A large furniture store was to be built upon the ground where the banker ' s once beautiful home was rapidly falling to ruin. As the wrecking crew started the task of tearing down this home, the older members of the town felt a sorrow that after the many generations of successful and famous men had owned and honored it, that its last master should be so disgraced. One evening the sturdy foreman of the wrecking crew walked into the manager ' s office and handed him an old, yellow, flimsy letter, which, he said, had been found in a box, concealed in one of the walls. The manager opened the letter with trembling hands for he realized it might solve the old mystery of the stolen money. The letter read: Colonel John N. Robinson was not guilty of embezzling the funds of the Trust National Bank. The thief was I, Richard, the butler, whom he discharged. I warned him I would get revenge and true to my word, I have. This discovery created great excitement and gossip. People who had gone against him when he was pronounced guilty, were ready to befriend him now. One bright summer day, Colonel John N. Robinson walked forth again into the fast-moving world. He went to make new friends and prove to those, who still doubted, his innocence — determined that he would again become successful. The promising sun shone down as though to guide his steps toward his goal. toM IE Page Ninety

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ll iliOO Bli JQO OP The spirit of (Central Junior High Prize Essay MAYDELLE SHAWVER We, the students of Central Junior High School, in order to form a more perfect school, insure good work, provide for the future of all students, promote ourselves to higher standards of living, and se- cure the blessings of the thousands of Central Junior High School students to follow us of the classes of 1925-26, have established this loving spirit for the good of Central Junior. To do this, under the able guidance of the teachers we have carried out many successful projects. Through our unfailing efforts the paper drive was a success. Then came the announcement that at the next assembly there would be a library shower. We searched our homes for good books that could be spared from our own libraries, fully realizing that sharing these books with our fellow classmates was far better than keeping them at home where only we, as individuals, could use them. Thus the spirit of cooperation entered our school. We realize that cooperation is one of the requirements of good citizenship. We realize that our ability to save will help de- termine the success of our future. So the spirit of thrift entered our school and each and every one was urged to bank at least a penny. All but a few responded with a high ambition to have a larger per cent of depositors than any other Junior and Senior High School in this City. Every Monday when the announcement of the percentages of the other high schools was made and Central Junior was not in the lead our battle cry became Tomorrow is Bank Day — Every One Bank. At length our efforts were successful. Our patriotism was shown early in the school year by the desire to have the American flags hang in our Assembly Hall. These flags were purchased by the students who thus displayed their loyalty to their school and country. Our athletic career is as young as our school and although victory has not always been ours yet through our athletics we have acquired the spirit of fair play and good sportsmanship. Through the organization of our Girl Reserves, Scouts, Campfires, and Boys ' Glee Clubs we have learned the value of politeness, the value of leadership, and the value of a degree of spiritual training. In our classroom work we have shown the same energy that has carried us through all these many projects. We have enjoyed our work, appreciated our teachers and have done our daily tasks in a satisfactory manner. Our record for truthfulness, obedience and promptness is unquestioned. We have endeavored to reach the highest standards, morally, mentally, and physically, for we are the first class in the new home of Central Junior High School. Many, many classes will follow in our footsteps and our behavior will be a model these students who come after us will imitate. Each day this year our characters are being molded, each day we are forming the habits that will make us the successful men and women of tomorrow, and each day the spirit of loyalty and love for Central Junior High School grows stronger. Page Ninety-two