Lansing Central High School - Oracle Yearbook (Lansing, MI)

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ghost of the vanquished Minotaur. Some days afterwards the same thing happened in Miss Stowe's English Class. The Test has risegn from the ashes of the vanquished 'iEXEl111ll13tll31li.l, In vain has the heroie class of '21 battled with this monster who bids fain' to beeoine as obnoxious as his predecessor. There is something elu- sive, something intangible, about this new monster. Therefore, we the elass ot' '21 do with all eeremoniy bellueath to the juniors our shining armor and our pointed spears. Seek out the lair of this new perseeutor before he becomes too mighty. live gitve you our benedietion,-the fate of generations of seniors is in your hands. Let us hang a joy wreath on the door of our t'afeteria. lVlvat spot is dearer to the hearts of most of ns and to the stomaehs of all of ns than our eafeteria? lVith what joy we antieipated the rush at the elose of the fourth hour elasses! XVith what eomplete sueeess we laid aside all other thoughts when. it eame. On the way down, Elsa's anxious voiee was heard inquiring, 'tlvhere is Barrett Lyons? lf he doesn't stay I'll have to eat my hmeh all alone. llas anybody seen, l'3arrett! Arriving at the Heats, with praetieed eye we sean- ned the long shelf of pies and salads. Sometimes it was a pieee of ehoeolate eake far down the line that eanght our eye. lVho ean de- seribe our emotions when one of our dear teaehers goaded on by pangs of hunger managed to get around behind the scenes . and we beheld our eoveted pieee of eake journeying tnanmluilly aeross the room on her tray. Then there are those days of finaneial embarrass- ment whieh will eome to all of us. How anxiously we fingered the pen.nies in our pockets. and how often alas and alaek, we would have givenma kingdom for two eoppers more. Ur sometimes when we got as far as the eash register we have had a Canadian dime handed baek with a smile, and have had to go on tour to find some friend more fortunate who eould loan us a eopper. And what a feeling of help:- lessness eaine over us when we pieked up our tray at last only to see our dish of iee ereani or our pint bottle of niilk go skidding' over the floor. Then there were the teaehers, sueh Uhonest to goodness hu- 1113.11SH as we Wfatehed them vainly trying to get on the outside of a baked apple before the quarter bell rang. And always in. the back'- Page 97

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Editorial There You Are lVhy Editorials? Because they always have been. This is the obvious reason, there is a subtle reason. The Oracle Board had to have soniething to do. And there you are. Vtle shall now expect close attention to wliat follows. EXTINCT Wie have not forgotten The EXamin.ation. This pre-historic monster used to live deep within the subteranean chainibers of the Labyrinth of Lansing High. Periodieally he caine forth and descended upon all 'tBlitheful Students! Now it was observed that this Minotaur of olden days had one peculiar trait. NVhile he was mercilous towards those juicy inhab- itants of the Labyrinth already mentioned, he did not relish the musty taste of those fortunate grinds addieted to boninig. This highly technical term was formerly used in describing' a joy-killing process now obsolete. Indeed if the Minotaur should return today. there are few indeed who would escape his merciless jaws. All would share the saine sad fate as those who inet their end between his great teeth long' ago. From time iinniemorial he was the curse of the sehool. At last the class of '21 in the third year of their sojourn within the Labyrinth, slew the Min-otaur and flung his bones into the iiery pit where two custodians, the keepers of the Labyrinth were set to guard the dungeon until the fatal flames consumed the last relics of the lnonster. Great was the rejoicing when the glad tidings were spread abroad, and the inmates of the Labyrinth flung open the portals and decked themselves in festal robes. Like the Dodo and the It-thyosaur, Minotaur Examination. was no more. But now the fhearts of the gay revelers have beeoine sad. Fear has dinnned their bright eyes and they da.re not thread alone the underground passage of the Labyrinth for a fearful rumor is abroad. Soine of the inliabitants of Miss XVilbur's history class, as they were laughing with gleeful frivolity, saw suddenly rise before them the Page 96

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ground is our good-natured Mr. Leach with his ever-ready s1nile,f the man in plain clothes -who sees that all our temporal land spiritual Wants are attended to, and that We a.re .all good boys and girls. lVe see it all in memory! What a iiamily it is,-4three hum- dred every day. Kind, motherly Mrs. lVood smiles at us as We pick up our books to go back to our classes. Once more she has fed her children. Debating is by no means a lost art at Lansing High. Vifhether it shall become so, depends upon the future. Miss Seitz, Miss Julien, Miss Barber, Miss Olsen, and Mr. Hall deserve great credit for their conscientious work in. training the teams, and the teams have tried this year to show their appreciation hy Winning with the negative team from Battle Freek at Lansing by a. score of 2 to 1, tho they lost from St. Johns, while the affirmative Won from St. Jolms but lost to Battle Creek 2 to 1. Next year the debates should be announced early in the fall, and everyone in the entire school who can debate at all should try out. If Lansing High is to put out .a team that will Win against all comers, it must' represent the best there is in the school. Especially Juniors and Seniors owe this to school pride. lVe can't afford to get a black eye in debating any more than. in football. Probably more Would try out if they could get credit. Some way to give some school credit to the students Who do this hard and time-consuming work should be found. lsn't it real Work? At this point the faculty are respect- fully requested to recall how they felt iabout it When they were young. ' YY Page 98