Muncie Central High School - Magician Yearbook (Muncie, IN)

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A High School Play Time-Most any day. Place-Lower hall of M. Il. S. Dramatis Personae-A Society'l N, iJ1I'l. ACT I. First Scene-8 :20 a. m. Society Girl Cwitih friend on Way to cloak roomjz Goodness I'm all tagged out this morning. Went to the 'X. Y. 'l'. dance' last night and got home so lateg had a swell time though. O, gee, how I dread English next per- iod. I haven't looked at my lesson either. I just don't get time, and the lessons are so long. What did I get last month? Why F, of course that's pretty fair, but lVI'iss-i- said I'd have to work. That 's pretty good but I believe I deserved more-Oh, here's where We part, see you next period. Second Scene-10:35 a. m. Society Girl fmeeting a second friend in the hallj : Hello, where are you going? To German? Well, what in the World do you see in German? No German on my programme-I'm go- ing to the library to cram for a history test-it's a regular grind. Most every- thing is though. I I-lunked proper in English this morning. O, I forgot to tell you that I saw George last night and I'm going to the theater with him tomorrow night. You poor child, so you can 't find time to go to dances and the theater? Well, my dear child, make time just as I do. So long. Third Scene-11:20 a. m. Soeiety Girl Con Way to room- With another girlbz Got your Latin, honey? O, yes, I have mine right here in my pony. Don't look so shocked, I know I oughtn't use one but it's do that or flunk. I can't afford to lose this credit and I simply can't dig on the stuff every night. You don it think its hard? O, Well, not for you, but then- if I'd give an hour to it every night it would be easy? 'Me,' give an hour every night. I never give that much to all my subjects together, let alone one. No, no, I can 't do it, I am simply rushed to death. I guess I'll have to cut out one dance a Week, because I'll have to begin to study sometime. Another girl joins them. Going to the matinee? Well, I should say I am. VVouldn't miss it for the World. I'll have to pretend headache. All three go into Latin. Fourth Scene-2:10 p. m. HSoeiety Girl Con Way to matinee with a friendbz Oh, gee, talk about Hunking, if I didnlt Hunk last period in History, and a test, too. I hadn't -looked at my lesson for over a Week, so this morning I crammed and you know the result. I couldnlt remem- ber a thing. Oh, I don't care just so I get through. Did you have a good time last eve ? I just had a grand time. VVhat are you going to wear to the next dance? Your blue, oh, that's so sweet. I'm going to wear my scarlet to the 500 party at Iiucile's. Aren't you going? You're not? Can't go out but once a Week? My but your parents are strict. You have to write a theme tonight? Well, so do I. I never can make them sound natural. I don't care if I don't hand one in. Yes she's a hard marker. Only gave me F and I only missed three themes. O, well, I don't care just so I get my credit and get through so I can go off to college. Where do I expect to go Oh, to some

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Udle on the Death oil: Bury the old building With the whole school's lamentations, Let us bury the old building To the noise of the throats of her own creation, Mourning when her timbers fall, Weeping when the rats do crawl And darkness covers every hall. Where shall we take her I do implore? Here in Muncie she is a bore. Let the voice of those she worked for, And the feet of those she died for, Echo round her ashes evermore. Lead out the students: sad and slow, As fits this most terrible woe, Let the sad, worn procession go, And let the wailing crowd around it grow, And let the music classes music blow, Her last day cometh slow. Mourn, for she seems to us the last, Remembering all her troubles in the past, No more in stately grandeur will she greet With gilded hands the gazer in the street. O, students, our teachers harborer is mute. Mourn for the school of long-enduring years, The stately mansion, old and oft abused Buried at dusk with streams of tears. Mourn for the school of greatest influence. Still greatest in her special line, Buried greatest with least repentencc, Great in Latin and great in Math., Foremost leader of her time, Pastmaster in common sense, And all through her flowery path, She dehed him-Father Time. O, rickerty stairs which all have climbed, O, halls from which great thoughts were mined O. crushed at last thy tower of fame, Which stood tive years of condemnation. Such was she whom we explore, The agitation of years is o'er, The great walled statue will be seen no more. -Kemper Cowing 13 MJ!-ll. .

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THE MUNSONIAN. 31 eo-educational college. Just think of the grand fellows that always go to them. I do hope the play will be good. Oh, well, it eouldnlt be any more tire- some than school. ACT II. Time-Three months later. Scene I. Society Girl Cafter getting final cardl : VVell Ilistory sixty, and Eng- lish sixty-live means come back next term. Welll, I suppose Illl have to. 1 guess I didn't work hard enough, but how could I when I went so much? But I have had gay times. I do hope mother don't get strict now that I have l'lll11liCd.w G. A. S. '13. Unsimpliified English RITE suite little buoy, the sun t of a grate kernel with a rough about his neck, tlue up the rode swift as eh dear. After a thyme he stopped at a gnu house and wrung the belle. His tow hurt hymn and he kneaded wrest. Ile was two tired to raze his fare, pail face. A feint mown of pane rows from his lips. The made who herd the belle was about to ,pair a pare, but she through it aside and with awl her mite ran for fear her guessed would not weight. But when she saw the little sun, tiers stood in her ble weyes at the site. Know,'l he said, Isle soon be awl riteg butt now I'm feint to the corps. Eye ought to bee shone a quite plays. Aisle dew my best four you. Neigh lI100I',H she 'cried fore her hart was full of whoa. Sew she boar hymn two a rheum wear he mite be alone, gave him bred and mete, hald cent under his knows, tied his beaux, rapped him warmly, gave him sum suite draehm from a viol, till at last he went fourth hail and well as a young hoarse. Ilis eyes shown, his cheeks were read as a tlour and he gam- hled a hole our. llens the end of hour tail. Max.