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

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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,

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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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wxiflh K Literary Q Virgin Lake O virgin lake with wooded shore, And crystal waters sparkling clear, I Wish I were with you once more, Because I am so lonely here. The city with its smoke and din, Clanging street-cars, hurrying throngs, Has naught for me that is akin, To hear again the 1oon's weird call, I The buck-deer's distant bugling, s The quack of ducks that in the fall Fly overhead with whirring Wing! 5 Some day when the call is great, and when My heart is bruised and sore, I'll come to you, O lake, again, My virgin lake with Wooded shore. Y I MAC KENZIE WARD. gi' f J To pines' soft Whispers, birds' sweet songs. ,AW 5 ex g we , X Page Eighty-f