Kalona High School - Centerika Yearbook (Kalona, IA)

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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

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The Black Dog It was twelve o’clock at night. Rachel Rae Nelson found that it was impossible to sleep. She rose from her bed and walked toward the window. Far up in the moun- tain something gave a long howl. She clutched the window in fright. ‘The black dog,” she whispered. Across the hall a young archaeologist was sleeping. He had learned of the myth of the black dog and of the old miner. It aroused his curiosity so much that he wished to explore the region. The myth was this: Long days ago a miner found great profit in the Sully River Mine. Then, suddenly, he had disappeared. Some believed that he had been killed by his black dog. Two young geologists, thinking this ridicu- lous, went to the old mine. They never returned. Racheal Rae’s father had journeyed to the mine also, and he also had not returned The following morning Rachel Rae and Bob Wellington, the archaeologist, with Rachel’s brother, started for the mountain. She had offered to sacrifice her life to find what killed her father. Arriving at the scene of the mine, Bob hurried ah ead of the other two. He climbed the mine shaft and was soon hidden from view. Rachel and Henry followed suit. Henry carried a flashlight. At the top of the shaft was the opening of a tunnel. The two adventurers entered and were soon walking through the semi-darkness. Sud- denly the f'ashlight flickered and left them in total darkness. In spite of this they hurried on as fast as possible. Finally the darkness changed to light and Rachel Rae found she was standing on the very peak of the mountain. Her first sight was the black dog. He ran to her, licked her hand, and then ran to the edge of a huge ravine. To their joy Bob was un- harmed. This and this only explained the mystery. Instead of killing the miner and others the dog tried to save them from falling into the ravine, but had failed. Sacrif:cing only a broken flashlight, Bob, Henry and Rachel Rae had arrived at the goal intended. —M. W. F.. ’48. Legend of Sun and Moon Many years ago when the Indians were gathered around the campfire the young men asked an older man to tell them why the sun shines so brightly and the moon so dimly. “Well,” began the old Indian, “many, many moons ago the sun and the moon both shone very brightly. One day the mcon decided that he should be the only one who should shine brightly, so he asked the Great Spirit to stop the sun from shining so br ghtly. “The Great Spirit, after long thought, decided that either the sun or the moon should not shine so bright’y. He calied a meeting of all the stars, and told them his plan. They all agreed that he was right. He told them that they should vote to see which wou'd stop shining. They all voted, but neither one would have to stop because it vaca tie. They vcted again and aga n, but each time it was a tie. The stars finally told the Great Spirit that he wculd have to decide which would stop. The Great Spirit didn’t like this idea because he said that he would have to favor one or the other “Finally he decided that the one which shone the brightest ni the next five days should win. They both shone very brightly until the five days were up. The stars and the Great Spirit decided that the moon had won, but the moon had shone so brightly that he becarce dim and from that time on the sun has shone the brighter of the two.” —L. L. M. '43. —Page 25—