Kalona High School - Centerika Yearbook (Kalona, IA)

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a “ak ee ae Shallow Beauty Jane Meredith trudged slowly down the street when she should have been hurry- ing. She was thinking hard. Why—oh why! She just couldn’t understand it. For the last two years she had been the beauty queen in school and this year it would undoubt- edly be Beryl Hanley’s honor. The queer part of it was that the people expected Jane to be envious and jealous abcut it and she wasn’t at all. Jane had always considered her beauty, and pretty wavy, golden hair, a natural thing and a part of her. She had never let it influence her in any way and people loved her for it. But somehow when she looked at Beryl Hanley’s plat’num hair Jane herself was envious, for never in all her life had she seen such beautiful hair. There was never a hair out of place on that platinum head. She just couldn’t understand why some people wanted her to have the crown when Beryl Hanley was by far the more beautiful. Even though Beryl, who had started to Kingston High School only this last fall, had been rather cocl, proud and haughty, Jane had never held it against her. Jane’s mother, even though she and and Jane had a good many years of “rough sledding”, had taught her only daughter that real and only beauty was in living a good and natural life. Jane turned into Sharp’s Beauty Shoppe where financial conditions made it nece siry for her to work after school hours. The rain was blowing fiercely as she went in. She went to work at once with a puzzled mind. Presently the manager told her that she was to deliver a package to the home of wealthy Beryl Hanley on her way home, and it must be delivered before eight o’clock for tonight the crown was to be placed upon the beauty queen’s head. Suddenly it was time to go and Jane donned her coat and went out with the package under her arm. Water was gushing down the streets in wld torrents. A street light burned dimly up the street. There was no taxi in sight, so she started walking. In, the dark she stumbled, losing the package as she went down. Someone pul’ed her up and she looked into the face of the most popular boy in school, James Dunn, and with his flashlight they found the package nearby with the outside cover a s ggy ress. They went into a cafe nearby and asked the waiter for some new wrap- ping paper. When they began to take the old wet paper off, the lid of the box came off, too. And—' !—they stood staring at a beautiful p'atinum wig. They looked at it a moment and then Jane asked, “Do ycu supp se we can wrap this package up like it was, for no cne n ust know this?” Jame said under his breath, “Cood girl,” end Jare knew that by keeping Beryl’s secret a secret that she was the real winner of the Feauty contest—not the contest for facial beauty—but in the contest of beautiful souls she was crowned queen. —H.M.F. ’41. Street Corner Scenes As I sat nibbling cookies while waiting in our car on the street corner I found watching passers-by a splendd pastime. Here comes a grcup of high school girls swinging merrily along in their flat-heeled saddle shoes, their long, carefree bobbed hair fleating back over their col'ars. A stout lady hurriedly led her candy-besmeared son past the candy window. She was walking as fast as she could, I believe, but her son retarded her speed when he planted both nis feet on the sidewalk and stoutly an- nounced he wanted more candy. Heedlessly, the mother trudgd on pull’ng th wee lad aftr her. Now a freckle-faced newsboy wa!lked brisk!y by whistling and calling out the name of his paper. The last minute had given me an entertaining bit of the kalei- dcscopic panorama of city street corners. —A. R. B. ’40. —Paye 22—

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Snowbound The day of January 14, 1940, was probably a lonesome and dreary day for many people, while cthers found joy in writ ne, or answering those long-delayed but not for- gotten letters. It was a joy to sit c’ose bv the fireplace, when the howling and whistling sound of that cold north wind was heard. Most of the time the nearest buildings were invisible The most venturesome peop’e vere indeed very fortunate, as seen by the pictures in the newspapers, when car motors stalled, or some drove into large snow- banks and had to go to the nearest farm house for shelter. On Monday morning most of the roads were closed with snow. ‘evel with their banks. Center could not have school because of the blocked roads, but Tuesday eleven of the students came trudging to the school house, eagerly hoping to get more knowledge at ‘“‘good old Center High’’. —V. FH. 748. An Essay on Fruit I think all of you have had the fun of reading the Burma-Shave advertise ents posted along the highways. You know, they take the monotony out of traveling a great distance. This is one that came under my observation: A girl likes a peach with lots of fuzz, but a man’s not a peach and never was. Now since you think of it, isn’t it the queerest thing for a perfectly ripened peach to have a lot of fuzz. Just when a person has picked the loveliest peach out of the whole basket and has sunk his teeth into the depth of the reddest cheek, the most peculiar feeling greets ycur lips and mouth. Then, after a c'!ose examination, you see the whole surface of the peach covered with stickers called fuzz. Of course not the fuzz that is common to man. But just the same, fuzz or none, peaches still are great favorites. Then, of course, the apple is a real specimen of the fruit family How could we ever get along without apples? For you know the old saying: An apple a day keeps the doctor away. But isn’t it the mest disgusting thing when your first bite into a juicy, delicious apple displays only half a worm wriggling painfully back into what is left of his house, and you’re sure you can feel the other half squirming its way cown your own private esophagus? Nevertheless, I think the most of us will take the chance of eating parts of worms before we give up eating app’es. Grapes are never bothered with such a disease as worrs. A we'l-formed bunch of ripe grapes is hard to beat. But people have devised many ways in eating grapes to satisfy their palates. Now some like only the skins, others like only the insides and still others don’t have such a delicate palate and eat skins, insides, seeds and in fact, nothing is left but the stems. I’ve never heard of anyone just relishing the seeds and not eating other parts of the grape. A very interesting thing about the grape is the attempt of manufacturing another fruit cut of it. Well, thic is dene, and by the time it is completed you have nothing else but a poor dried and shriveled up grape called a raisin. Then again is there anything as tasty as a fat, juicy cherry? But we human beings are not the only creatures fond of this particular fruit, for many a bird im- mensely enjoys feastng on an appetizing cherry. Sorry to say, many are ruthlessly killed through this enticement. However. as every roe has its thorn. the cherry is no exception. For what person enjoys picking cherries on a steaming hot day, with the sweat pouring down his face and cherry juice running in streamlets down h’'s arms? I, for one, find this not one of my greatest pleasures. Well, just the same, even though peaches rust have fuzz, apples have worms, grapes have seeds and tcugh skins, and cherries have surplus juice, none of us would gladly exchange places with the Eskimos and eat fish and blubber instead of fresh, ripe fruit of the United States’ orchards. aT JS, 40: — — a CE Se eae se ee SE EES SESE | ee = = i a ae eee