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

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.,- , .ation wir rf so-r.-,r., me Q Q In-fur QQ15 ENE Ni -V-, - ,- Literary if OLD FACES IN THE HEARTH On the outside, it was cold, with a drizzling rain falling almost vertically. Inside, there was a warm coziness, and a ruddy fire in the hearth sending out a heated glow. All was quiet, except the rain softly pattering on the window panes and cement pavements. I was alone, just sitting in the deep, leathery chair and gazing into the red coals of the hearth. lVly thoughts wandered lazily. Slowly, in the short Hames which danced before me, old faces and pleasant memories of Central formed. I took my Centralite from the library table to help me recall old friends and old times. l again nestled in the big chair, and tenderly thumbed over the fingered pages .... Connie Wagemen, jack Johansen, and John Slattery, our old class officers, are before me. So are the rest of my old classmen, Ed, Joe, George, Otto, Jack, Tony the photographer, Tom, and all the others. Once again we are in class with our instructors who patiently try to put some knowledge within us. Through half closed eyes the Juniors appear with jack Erickson, their skipper and with Rounds and Blackford his able mates Falasz Red Colburn and all the rest of the umors who fought for school leadership Jump before me as of yore The peppery Sophomores are as vivid as they were in school Herb Boettcher Carlson and Rasmussen the officers of that noisy group peep and smile at me as they did when we met in the halls of Central I clearly see the many and shy faces of the first year men those ambitious youngsters whom we all looked down upon Smiling ack Stlh their presl dent most likely has that yea freshmen look which was forever upon his countenance The clubs are actively engaged in their pursuits the Dramatic Club ln their play Lincoln debaters granting this and proving that H1 Y ers spreading their wonderful spirit the Fellowship Club in their talks and the orchestra with its strains We dance again at the Prom We have another Mixer with every thing of fun and spirit Our senior play with all its laughs is staged in the ruby brilliance of the fire So on and on far into the night faces that I rarely see come into the hearth and we live over and over again those beloved times we had at Central ONE OF 24 fPage 691 -r !n , ' J . ' '. . : 11 1 .' , l - li 1 X . . . -7 . . . ' I? J' , , , , ll .3 . ni -f li I , ug . . J , - 15 2 . .. .. . I, 7 1 1 g . . I . l ri . F, .3 . . . . . .- . . gs X , . . . . . . . ' gg -1 . . . ' ' li ' 24 ' 's il . .. . ., . Ig ,I . . . I . . . . - fe a I 1 . . :, 1 . ' -I IE . . , ,, V 2 v , y v I! -I . jo ' If 1 . il . I? li Z I? . , , Ig ' I3 ' E 7 'E L 1 1 1,131 ..1 1 1.1 - , ,.,. 1 1 .... , . , I