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

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GP Q V v r i 1 r 1 0 +Uv'- '-'.--'--ffw-r- - 0 t' Y WM? QE QB HQ fl H' GL H 11 fl Q va-:r . . ul 1' g. L- c is so cccc ccccc c e ' so F, iterary lj I iq - 455' Losr AND FOUND Jack B 1. b' ' - - V , roo s, am itlous young student of the Evening High School, had gif: much reason to rejoice over his good fortune. For had he not saved up the Z-2. sum of 545.00 in the remarkably short period of five weeks? By sheer dint 1:1 of strict economy and sacrifice of private luxuries and amusements, he had ij been enabled to attain the welcomed objective of his self-appointed task- ll the accumulation of the aforementioned sum of money. With this amount, ,S1 Brooks wouldlnow be able, on the morrow, to pay in full his tuition for the ph semester. This achievement would be a laudable event in the career of any livh young man as it was a step toward the furtherance of his education and ex- xt ii perience. 'l To go on, Brooks meant to celebrate, in a sense, his accomplishment. I-le wil planned to appease the lnner Man in a most satiating manner at his regular 'I EI eating place, from which he had stayed away during the period of privation. rf. il Accordingly, the same evening, after the close of the usual strenuous working 'g' day, jack hastened to the Astoria where he ordered and consumed, without Hi any thought or fear of indigestion, a meal such as he had not enjoyed for a , li seemingly long time. After finishing, Brooks glanced at his check and frowned I! !when he found that he did not have enough in loose change to cover it. E il Helwould have to take out a ten dollar bill from his wallet containing all his gl savings. He had always been averse to displaying money needlessly in public Sl places, but he consoled himself with lt can't be avoided. He took out his H purse from an inner coat pocket, paid thecheck, and placed his change back I. in the wallet. Before .putting on his topcoat, he gave his money pocket, un- ifi conscious y, a reassuring pat. , . Eg After this enjoyable and filling dinner, Brooks proceeded in a leisurely g' way to his-boarding home, where after a few hours of preparation of the ig following night s assignment, he retired for the day, falling into the troubled slumber of all heavy eaters-a sleep of fanciful dreams. .Upon entering'the .school building' the next day, Jack Brooks bethought -, himself to pay his tuition before going to class. On the threshold of the .' 5' cashier s office, Brooks put his hands into his money pocket and pulled out I. a merno book instead of his purse. Transferring this to another pocket, g he again putuhis hands into his money pocket. At first, his fingers searched J' idly, .then irrltably, when they did not come in touch with the purse. Then E frantically he took out all the contents, looked through them hurriedly with lf gi the agitation of his mind increasing rapidly as no purse came to light. Brooks Egg, quickly searched through all of his pockets, but the wallet could not be found. ' I at 3112 ftfnr Claibintg to iaith lof his Flrecint joylj anddthedbitter Jastelof it ag sg u rea ization o is oss o ave s impe an save so on an then to lose all in .an infinitely shorter period! Whether he had logt the :I I wallet, or whether it had dropped out of his coat, or whether his pockets g' i had been picked, he could not recall or ascertain in his bewildered condition. 135, The first thing to do,. he thought, would be to make an investigation at the gl Astoria. Upon reaching the restaurant and making inquiry, he was informed Q 5: gy this cashier thatgherczhgd been a wallethturned Ln by one of their patrons. ,Q , roo s anxiousy 1 enti e it, murmuring is than s. . I ,lili Wage 701 1 l f m m i m i l J 'rq- ' Q -A---U-Q Q - EJ

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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

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