Central YMCA High School - Centralite Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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all v n , Juniors Day E. Ally! -3 Fred C. Edington Alfred H. Stiles Baxter Moody Vice-President President Secretary At the beginning of the fall term the Junior Class was organized under the expert guidance of our faculty advisor, Mr. Sidney Casner. The Juniors from the start entered into the athletics of the school with a spirit that brought them often into the limelight. The Junior Inter-class basketball team succeeded in winning all the games from the Freshmen but lost, after a hard fought contest, the championship game tothe Seniors by a score of'17-23. In other athletic events and contests, our class, though the smallest, has been able to more than hold its own. In January the Juniors played host to the student body and faculty. A regular rustic district school play was presented and no pet bright sayings of youth, sage, student, or prof escaped mention and good- natured ridicule. Fun prevailed andour refreshments were completely obliterated. , The Juniors were right in the swim in the interclass debate and showed an active interest and serious purpose. Though our team did not bring home the bacon in the debate with the Freshman team, this exper 1ence added to wisdom may later prove to be stronger material than either alone. The Freshmen helped us somewhat to gain the experience which we lacked, so that next year we hope to be victorious The Juniors have been handicapped because of their small number but although least in size in the School, we have been by no means least in importance BAXTER MOODY PgFtyv ' 6 Ol' -se e Q Qu 1,

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