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

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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

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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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