Kalona High School - Centerika Yearbook (Kalona, IA)

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Sophomore Essays My WMM I have classified my ideas about the sort of world I want to live in. I want it to be a world in which democracy and Christianity have first place-where peace and good will are common to all. I don't want a world in which selfishness and hatred are the ruling powers. I want a world full of sunshine and joy, not that I think there should be. no trials, for if there were none we would have a world with no strength or backbone. Let's not have the social divisions as the Romans did-plebians and patri- cians-but a feeling of humanity toward our fellow men. -I. B. '44 I would like to live in a country where the people help make the laws, where there is freedom of speech, press, and religion, and where I may do as I choose to do. In some of the countries we have studied about, the chances would have- been ten to one that I would have been a slave. In some, one individual rules over the people and they must do as he says or die. That is dictatorship. One dare not say what he thinks, he must only say what he is allowed to say. A democratic Christian nation is, I believe, the best nation, for other nations will decay and fall sooner or later. -K. H. '44 All Gpzmzw My personal opinion is that Kalona should put up signs showing where their sidewalks are located, or that they should drain their ditches, or that someone ought to be more careful. Perhaps one of our freshmen girls should have her eyes examined and save all the bother. At any rate, a rather amusing incident happened at the Kalona game. As we were getting out of the car upon arrival, Mary Lois bounded for what she thought was the sidewalk. To her dismay it was not a sidewalk, but merely a ditch full of water slightly frozen over. I don't know how much of her got wet, other than one leg almost to her knee, but from her yells you would have thought she had nearly drowned. I agree that the water was a bit icy. She jumped up on the opposite bank and started yelling, What'll I do ? Oh! what'll I do? I'm freezing! Oh! I'm frozen. It was funny, even though it wasn't a laughing matter. After some per- suasion she jumped back across the ditch and got into the car. We didn't know what else to do and as it was time for the game to start we emptied her shoe and decided that she would probably live, and maybe not freeze. We went to the game hearing a squish-squash all the way in. We wondered what the people would say when they saw the bottom of her leg wet and the top dry but luckily all eyes were turned on the game. -- M. J. B. '44 Afro. sczmz The sun is brightly shining On yellow curls and brown The swings and rings are moving With children up and down. All cares are left behind, Their books and pencils, too, For teacher has dismissed them And they've nothing more to do. -1g.. Some are hurrying homeward In streams like busy ants, While some are playing marbles At winning to take a chance. A few engage in quarrelingg But have broken up at last: For grudges among children Are quickly soothed and past. -M. M. 43

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My Football Career The first year I went out for football things looked rather disappointing. The day I first appeared for practice the coach met me as I came on the field. Go away, he said, pointing to the gate. I laughed and thought he was joking, but he wasn't. The next day I went back to practice. This time I put on all the shirts and sweaters I could find or borrow, so I looked as though I weighed at least one hundred pounds. This time the coach said I should go away and stay away. I couldn't understand it and as I think about that first year I'll admit that things looked rather bad for my career as a football player. One night I was feeling the football urge again when Jack came to my room and slapped me on the back. My breath was knocked out of me and my teeth nearly jarred loose. He took off his shirt and started doing exe-rcises. Got to get in shape! he puffed. ' Fine, I said, Couldn't you get me a pass to Saturday's game? :He had just given his to the prettiest blonde in school and I found myself envying him. He had a better plan for me. I have it fixed for you that you can not only see the game but make heaps of money, and was I listening? You bet! You can sell peanuts and hot dogs. I won't do it, I said, but when Saturday came I was among the crowd shouting, Peanuts! Get 'em while they're still hot! and Hot dogs! Get 'em while they last! I sold a few, my earnings were about twenty cents when a lady ordered a dozen for her friends. I fished out a wiener and put it in a bun and added a generous supply of mustard. Just then the crowd let out a deafening cheer-Jack was going over for a touchdown. In excitement I squeezed the bun so hard that the hot dog squirted right out into the lady's face. She was a sight with mustard from ear to ear! And was she angry! I lost no time in disappearing. The next game was a week later. The blonde got the ticket again, but this time Jack had a better idea. I was to take Shorty Thompson's place reporting the game for the local paper. Just before the game Jack told me to slip into a uniform and run out with the team so I would be close enough to see everything. The suit was about six sizes too large for me. It was time for the game and as I waved my hands, my helmet fell over my face as I ran onto the field. I sat on the far end of the bench so the coach wouldn't see me. It looked as though we would win. At the end of the third quarter the score was six to nothing in our favor. The coach looked my way and saw the num- ber on my jersey. James, go in and replace Grange, he said. Was I shocked! I was afraid I would be found out but here was my oppor- tunity, so in I went. I On the first play I got the ball and started running for a big hole in the line. Suddenly a big hand grabbed me by the waist. The center of the other team lifted me with one hand and passed me to the fullback who lateraled me to a halfback. My own team was running around madly but the other team kept passing until they had me and the ball over for a touchdown. Six to six the game ended. That's what happened the first year I went out for football. This is now my fourth year in school. Now when I go to the field the coach has a much better method. He sends a fellow to throw me out. -D. E. H. '44 Hair Haire are a pekuliar groth on the heds of most human beings, cats, dogs, anumals, cattel, men, wimmin, peaches and such things. It are red, blak, broun, yello, orng, and most all collers. Sum is very nawty like Robert Rhodes' when he tries to part it in the midle, while sum will not lay down flat, cept when it has been soused with soap and water. When it is dri and girls have an awful time with it, it hears a lot of bad words. Boys sook theirs with som grees two make it behav. Sum hare am strate, sum is plane messy and some is curlie, and sum is wavy. Some hairs ain't here nor there. They just ain't. Sum people is bald headed and there heds does kinda, luk round kaz they ain't got nuf inside. Sum folks don't like there hare so they get hare that growed some where else and put it on a. wig on top there here and it luks funny with gra hare round the edges. Hare is a court of a-r-b-i-t-r-a-t-i-o-n. It gets pulled by the techer or sum- one else to settle a fus and it starts a nu one. I'm glad I got hare cauze. then I don have to wash to much far: befor evry meel. That's all. -M. J. B. '44 ....20..