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

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'ix 77 , Literary I took five solids, which were sometimes very diflicult. The hardest of these was the follies, and I was unlucky enough to have to take it with Mr. Webber, who was very strict in making us follow his steps, which were sometimes quite shocking. Following this was Dean Leverton's Public-Nuisance class. The object of this subject was to see who could talk the most and say the least. Unfortunately, all the students were out- ..lll2,'-el' P iii, ff P ge Eighty-on classed by Magellan Moore. Next came Mr. Marr's Movies which was an easy course but very tiresome, excessively so because Mr. Wing always kept us awake until it was over. Following this was the Sugar-Bowl con- ducted by Mr. Marsh. This was a large and fully equipped candy kitchen and ice-cream parlor. You were forced to eat as much candy and ice-cream as possible during the period. I received my poorest grades in this, while John Sweetman, who was taking it three periods in succession, always ob- tained a ninety-eight. The last period of the day was usually spent in the extravagantly furnished dancing pavilion adjoining Mr. Wing's oflice. It was truly a wonderful spectacle to behold, although the music rendered by Mr. Davis and his Blue Moon Melodians made dancing impossible. It took me only six years to graduate but I returned to take the post graduate course of two years. The select body of students taking this remarkable course are even higher in rank than the teachers. We go to class when we please, and when the end of the month rolls by, we grade the teachers instead of their grading us. I gave the lowest grades to Mr. Coble and Mr. Hadley, because they always forced me to take dinner with them. In spite of the low grades, they passed and will be on the job next semester. STANLEY W. KUHNS. TO THE CITY Oh, you woeful, doleful city! Your smoke obscures the sky, And the beauty of your heavens Is hidden from the eye. You're a blot on nature's surface, Defiler of the pure! Why do the Gods who rule the earth Permit you to endure? How can you hold within your grasp This multitude of men, A mammoth herd of cattle, tamed And crowded in a pen? Oh, to see the gifts of nature, The forest and the plain, Friendly mountains, restful valleys, All sacrificed for gain! ROBERT EMMET MOORE. J,flQ.f a .U sv -

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' M Literary X X al. Ns EDITORIAL As this issue of the Annual goes to press the Staff awalts the finlshed product of their toil in the hope that it will meet with the full approval of the student body and that we have fulfilled our pledge to build a bigger and better Centralite. No time or effort was spared in our endeavor to create a book that would conform to the high ideals of our school. Our purpose this year was not to make an entirely different style of book from previous issues but to continue the general plan of last year's Annual and aim toward a more perfect book with a few added features and innovations. The Staff is deeply indebted to the valuable asistance and timely advice of Mr. O. S. Barrett, of Pontiac Engravers, and Mr. Everett, our Faculty Advisor. We express our sincere appreciation to the Misses Wagner, Matirko, Blesse and Routson, and Mrs. Morris, who so kindly and willingly contributed their time in typing our final copy. To the Messrs. Slad, Paterik, Morin, Ellis, Caponigri, Rose, Bierstedt, Wedeen, Slattery, J edlan, Cook, Marcus, Stih, Klein, Bruce, Landgraf, Tursman, Krueger, Otto, Carl- son, Beard, Forslund, Hansen, Wynkoop and others, we extend our thanks for the efficient and successful manner in which they handled the sales and promotion department, to Mr. Otto Prepychal for his work on Senior photos, and to the numerous students who contributed material for the book. Without the aid of these and in fact without the support of the entire stu- dent body this year's Centralite would not have been possible. A HIGH SCHOOL UTOPIA This high school was located on the banks of a beautiful lake, 1n the golden city of Dreamland Its turrets stood out 1n bold relief against a dark blue skyline Numerous roads led up to its doors The school term was one week on and one week off' alternately for five months of the year The teachers of this school were graduates of Hollywood or four years in moving pictures Every morning we had assemblv for two periods after which the students were permitted to take off any periods they desired Every pupil drew ten dollars a day except Freshmen They drew only five The assembly was a very large exquisitely decorated room containing numerous softly cushloned plush chairs Ushers walked up and down each aisle with baskets of rotten eggs and cabbages for the convenience of students who grew bored with the speaker Conduct was a thmg of the past here and the more one cut up the better grades he received After a hard day of this boresome school work limousines were waiting to take students any place their hearts desired so long as lt did not keep them later than ten thirty the next morning Sleep was unnecessary because of the numerous study per1ods during the day A , . , , . . 9 if - 7, . ' 9 A P E h Q, K K age g tY .J

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li .V 5 Nil, A Literary X X Nl A KlDlS TRICK H Bill was a pest like all the other young brats in his neighborhood. He and his. gang kept the people of the vicinity in constant turmoil. Old Miss Sneeze said, The little whelps orter be deported. The preacher of the little Methodist church orated weekly to the whole bunch, who heard about as much of the sermon as the flies they caught during the sleepy session. ' Bill and his gang had ai shack on his dad's vacant lot. They had labored long and tediously on their shack and in their eyes it had taken on propor- tions equal to a skyscraper. The materials they had borrowed from the new houses being erected in the neighborhood. Noisily they had hammered under cover of darkness, and many heads were thrust out of bedroom win- dows to beseech that the construction cease. But Bill was supervisor, so the hammering continued. At last the shack was completed, a marvelous combination of almost everything. This town in which Bill and his gang lived was a country town and like all towns of this nature, was full of stray dogs of every size, breed, and color. At night they produced a wonderful chorus, never to be excelled by any jazz band. There were howls, long-drawn-out wails, moans, barks and whatnot. Now the shack, as before said, was located on a lot owned by Bill's dad. Situated next to his home, and on the opposite side was the home of those durned old Snowsj' called so by the whole gang. One day, the Snows went out for the afternoon and evening. That afternoon, the gang col- lected gradually and built a fire. They got boxes and ranged themselves around the blaze. To Bill, it seemed unusually dull, as nothing had pre- sented itself to be done. Heck, guys, let's do sum'p'n, said Bill. What d'yuh wanta do ? asked Pete. Well, said Bill, Let's all think of some- thing to do. So they all gazed into the fire and thought. While they were thinking, a couple of dogs sauntered across the lot. At the same time Bill spied something which made his eyes dance. He saw an open cellar window in those durned Snows' house. I got it, fellers, he said. What you got? asked wide-eyed Sam. Well, do you see that open cellar window? An' do you see them there dogs ? Ah-h-h-o-o-0, Ah sees, answered Sam and a broad grin spread all over his face. Immediately they attempted to catch the dogs, and after catching the dogs they took them to the open window. Push 'em in, ordered Bill, and 1n the height of glory they pushed the dogs into the cellar of the Snows house. All afternoon they scoured the town for dogs, until no more could be found. Not once did they think of the results, but with much laughter they filled the cellar up with dogs. By supper time, they had placed altogether nine dogs in the cellar. That night about ten o'clock the Snows arrived home. Mr. Snow un- locked the door and Mrs. Snow entered. ,She had proceeded about half way to the lighting-switch when she heard a strange sniffing and then something cold touched her leg. She gave forth a frantic scream and A S Ir Page Eighty t v r Y ' 49551- . -5 ' .'---.iii Hyv:f iT'-- 9 'N X. J