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

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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

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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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P g E. ghty-thre X 0121 swooned Mr. Snow came rushing in and stumbling over something soft which gave vent to a blood-curdling yelp he fell flat on another soft object which likewise howled Mrs. Snow revived long enough to feel the friction of something licking her cheek, and again she fainted. She began to moan, and Mr. Snow, arising, made for the electric switch in desperation. He X 'ZD ' Literary rf found the button and turned on the lights, and there on the iioor lay his wife surrounded by three snoozing dogs. Savagely he kicked them out of doors. Then he carried his wife to a lounge. He rushed out into the kitchen for water and because he was accustomed to the location of the faucet, he did not bother to turn on the lights. He turned on the water and something sprang straight up, hitting him in the face and knocking him down. A dog had been parking in the sink. After chastising that dog, he and his wife, who had revived, went to the bed room. On entering there, a chorus of joyous barks greeted them. Ye Gods! hopelessly cried Mr. Snow. Get out of here. But a huge Airdale refused to move and growled threateningly. Mr. Snow pleaded, made threats, coaxed, entreated, and finally got out a shotgun, but his wife was so tender-hearted that she prevented the murder. Mr. and Mrs. Snow slept in their spare bed-room that night. A few days later the culprits were discovered and each received the inevitable licking. GEORGE W. BARNARD. A SHORT STORY There was once a man who agreed with nobody. His name was Jacob Ashiepattlevitch. Everywhere in his neighborhood he was known as a very ill-tempered man. One day he decided to take a trip to the South Seas. While out at sea, a storm arose and the ship was wrecked. He found himself on an island with a band of cannibals. These cannibals were very savage. Well, to make a long story short this man who never agreed with people, agreed with the cannibals! T-'mar Come, 'Fmsr Sgnven 9 faffs Z I TI E. M CREDIE QU N N Q N Qemgnenne 1 'D , 32.10 e J,la 'yl.U 1,