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THE MONTHLY
Contents
Editorials -------- 2
Literary --------- 3
High Flights in Imagination, Sidney Friedlander, '21
Kultur _ _ _ _ Jack Handelman, '19
On Guard Duty - - - - - S. F., '21
My First Speech at Rhetoricals, Joseph D'Errico, '19
Getting Acquainted - - Marian Shapiro, '20
Song of Ego - - - - - - S. F., '21
A Message of Spring—A Poem. - Louise Eidam
Junior High ------- 9
Military News ----- _ 11
Exchanges - - - - - - - - .14
Dramatics -------- 14
Clubs - 15
Belfry Owl - - * - - - - - - 16
Athletics - - - - - - - 20,21
Chestnut Bag ------- 26
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Published each school month, except September, by the students of Central High School, Cleveland, Ohio
Arthur G. Henry, '19
Editor-in-Chief
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Literary Clubs Editorial
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Asst. Business Manager
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Joseph D'Errico, '19
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FACULTY MEMBERS
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Junior High Belfry Owl
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Business Manager
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Military News Exchanges
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Volume Twenty March, 1919 Number Five
The Alma Mater
There has been little singing of the
"Alma Mater" during the past term. The
reasons are too numerous to mention, but
there is no reason for not singing it this
term. When a group of Central students
gather for a social evening or something
of the sort, it gives a touch in harmony
with the occasion to sing the "Alma Mater."
Have respect for this song. That does
not mean to fold your hands and put on a
painfully solemn expression, but to give it
the dignity which it deserves. It is a won¬
derful song. We are fortunate to have
it. Certain of our scholastic rivals would
be only too glad to possess the equivalent,
We have the advantage; let us use it.
Here's to our "Alma Mater."
Changes
With the coming of the new term, the
Monthly Board loses, by graduation, three
of its members. Joseph Mayers, business
manager of the Monthly, will be missed, as
will Helen Osborne, and Sarah Sapir, two
of the most capable members of the Board.
The Monthly welcomes to its staff three
new members: Neil Frye, Marian Shapiro,
and Sartur Andrzejewski. It is hoped that
they will prove worthy successors to the
graduated members.
Thieving
For some time there have been things
taken from Central. Students are con¬
stantly reporting the "disappearance" of
their belongings. Central is not alone in
this, for other schools have been troubled,
too. It is possible that some of this is
done from within, but some of it, if not
all, is done by outsiders. We must be care¬
ful with our possessions. Things left care¬
lessly lying around are an invitation to the
"sneak thief" who takes them. Lockers
(Continued on Page 13)
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High Flights In Imagination
LITERARY
To explain my appearance at the scene
of the following occurrences, it will be
necessary to go back some few years to the
time when I was first constituted a mem¬
ber of the Smithsonian Institute.
To scientific readers of this story, who
are interested in geological discoveries, the
year 1890 will be remembered as very fruit¬
ful to science. To me it will ever be mem¬
orable as the year of the making of my
career. It was then that I, with several
others, first came across signs of the great
beasts afterward called the Brontosaurus
and the Miocene.
In recognition of these services, I was
given a place in the Smithsonian Institute
and also a name in the scientific world.
Since that year I had gone on many jour¬
neys of discovery, mostly out west. On
these journeys, I had acquired a compre¬
hensive knowledge of Indian tongues and
customs. In fact it is to be doubted if there
is another person in the Institute knowing
more of them.
For this reason I had been chosen leader
of an expedition to the headwaters of the
Mississippi in search of an ancient Indian
village. This expedition was much to my
mind, for I had grown tired of Dinosaurs
and Megolosaurians and such things.
The trip was uneventful, save for the
usual inconveniences and we arrived in a
few days at our destination. This was an
immense woods which extended for miles
without a break. Nearby was the reserva¬
tion of some Algonquin Indians. On the
outskirts of the reservation, the Mississippi,
here but a little rushing stream, flowed be¬
tween the reservation and the woods for a
space and then abruptly turned into the
heart of the forest. Where it first entered
the woods, it became a great river, dashing
over rocks and hissing through gorges in
magnificent splendor. What caused this
increase in volume in the river is doubtful
since there are no tributary streams till at
least ten miles below. My opinion is that
there must be innumerable underground
streams which pour their contents into the
river.
The day after we arrived we scattered in
the woods, each taking a guide. My guide
was a tall, stately Algonquin, who had once
been a great warrior, and who told with
much bitterness of the intrusion of the
pale faces. His features seemed to be
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highly wrought with emotion as he told the
legend of the lost village.
This village, he said, was the home of
the Great Manitou, or Indian God of Life.
For many hundred years Manitou had held
his court here and judged the Indians from
it. Not that any man had ever ventured
within ten miles of the place and come out
again as he went in. Either he never re¬
turned or he became a raving maniac.
One night when the moon was at its full,
the Indians heard a ghastly moaning as of
many terrible voices in the distance. As
the moaning went on, the moon swayed
back and forth in its heaven and shone with
a deathly pallor. Till early dawn the moan¬
ing continued. Then, just as the moon
faded the moaning died away, and a tall
Indian came to the village, completely de¬
prived of sense; he sang the story of that
dreadful night. This is best translated by
Longfellow in his song of Hiawatha. It
follows in part:
"Behold our Nations scattered,
All forgetful of my counsels
Weakened, warring with each other.
"See the remnants of our people
Sweeping westward, wild, and woeful
Like the cloudrack of a temppest,
Like the withered leaves of Autumn.
"In a great canoe with pinions
Come a hundred palefaced warriors.
Painted white are all their faces,
And with hair their chins are covered
"From the regions of the morning
The Great Manitou the Mighty
Sends them hither on his errand.
"And the Manitou lies dying •
Father of the race of red men
Manitou is dying, dying.
"From the rushing, dashing river,
Take your wives, and take your wigwams,
Far from the home of Manitou.
"Till the full moon trembles palely
Let no man into the forest,
Lest he never see the morning."
Such was the song of the tall Indian,
somewhat crude sounding in the English,
but as my guide sang it there was the
pathos of the dying Red Man in it.
For weeks our party hunted in vain. We
could find no trace of arrow or tomahawk.
It seemed that we had misjudged some¬
where in our calculations and had missed
the right spot. So, accepting this as the
only explanation, we prepared to move.
The night before our time for departure
was full moon. The moon had a weird
pallor and the night seemed to be full of a
strange expectancy. I myself felt troubled
at not having accomplished anything and
took a walk to clear my mind for the work
of the next morning.
I walked, unconsciously, far into the
depths of the woods to a place where the
river became impassable on account of its
terrible rapids and falls. The scene here
was wonderful. The moon shining palely
on the flashing waters created a vivid un¬
real picture. Entranced by the sight, I
stopped and murmured the words of the
song that my guide had sung. It seemed
to fit in with the time and place. I was
just finishing the song when I heard a low
guttural murmuring behind me.
I turned apprehensively, dreading lest I
should see some terrible sight. What I
actually saw far exceeded all my fears. In
front of me was a vast clearing, fringed
by woods. In this clearing were hundreds
of wigwams twice and thrice as large as
the ordinary Indian dwelling. Dense clouds
of smoke with a vague pungent aroma cov-
(Continued on Page 31)
SAYS THE BELFRY OWL.
A bird is known by his note and a man by his talk
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Kultur
It was a dismal night in October, damp,
cold and dreary, the weather seeming to
match the physical condition of the sur¬
rounding country. Everything bore the
stamp of recent German habitation, and
Kultur, the ever-present testimony to that
fact had stamped its seal on everything it
came in contact with. But the tide had
recently turned. With the continuous, and
ever-increasing arrival of American man¬
power in France, the Allies had been able
to send into the fray many divisions here¬
tofore reserved, knowing well that Amer¬
ica would be more than able to fill the gaps
vacated by men who had "gone west." And
the enforced and somewhat hasty evacua¬
tion of the Germans from the Lens, Mon-
didier, Soisson salient, had done so much
toward the boosting of French morale that
it led Marie Fontaine to return to her de¬
serted dwelling, abandoned during the Ger¬
man spring drive, despite the fact that it
was less than forty kilometers behind the
firing line.
All was now quiet in Marie's home. The
two wounded Americans, whom she was
nursing back to health, were already long
asleep, while her invalid and aged mother,
poor woman, was always in bed. She had
already closed the shutters, and was rock¬
ing her baby to sleep, preparatory to going
to bed herself, when she was startled by ?.
faint rapping at the door. Marie was a
brave woman, but she was taken aback at
what she saw at her doorstep, for there,
in a crawling position, his face distorted
by grimances of pain, his blood-soaked uni¬
form dripping with mud, was a German
soldier. He held out an appealing hand.
"Water! water," he gasped.
Marie thought of her husband in active
service, of the two wounded Americans at
her home, and her mind was resolute.
"No!" she said firmly, "the village is four
kilometers south-east. Go there!"
"For God's sake, madam!" the German
pleaded in his broken French, "will you let
me die thus? Look!"
With that he pointed to his blood-matted
hair, and the marks where the blood had
run down his face.
Marie's tender heart was touched.
"All right," she gave in, "but remember,
for tonight only."
She led him into the kitchen, seated him
before the open fireplace, where the dull
glow of the charred fuel still gave forth a
soft warmth, and attended to his wants.
The wound, she noticed, was only a slight
scratch on his scalp, which, however, had
bled profusely. She bathed and bandaged
his head, and put food before him. He ate
ravenously, explaining to her meanwhile
that he was an escaped prisoner and had
not eaten for twenty-four hours. After he
had eaten, she gave up her own bed to him,
after, however, admonishing him that he
would have to depart the next day before
the Americans woke up.
But the next day was never to dawn
upon them. Two hours later, the German
sat ud in bed, to execute the horrible plan
that had but half formed in his mind. The
American uniform, he calculated, afforded
a fighting avenue of escape. But to get the
uniform he must first "get" the owner. The
others must "go" so as not to give the
alarm, for, he chuckled, "dead people tell
no tales." He softly got out of bed
An hour later, there emerged from the
burning cabin, the German in a khaki uni¬
form. In his eyes was the bestial gleam of
satisfied lust, on his face a terrible grin.
The steady and fine drizzle of the earlier
part of the evening had given way to a
powerful and biting gale. Hail and rain
descended in a whirlpool, driving every¬
thing before them. The German ascended
the hill, paused and looked back. The fire,
fanned by the furious wind, had almost
totally consumed the cabin, and seemed to
cast a ghostly light about. The German
shivered and passed on, and was soon
swallowed in the darkness.
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On Guard Duty
Guard—resting his weight on right foot:
"Hm-m, I've fifty demerits so I'll have to
do guard duty for twenty-five days to make
them up and let's see. Today is January
twenty-seventh so there's about three weeks
to work them off in. Three times seven is
twenty-one. Twenty-one days. I wonder
if I'll flunk in Military Training. I should
worry. Oh, there's only five school days
a week. Fifteen days, I need ten more
days. Maybe I could go twice every day.
Then I'd flunk Latin. I wonder what I'm
going to do. Maybe I could work them
off some other way. I guess the Captain
wouldn't flunk me. He's a good fellow.
In my Latin class too. Hum, I wonder if
he would. Aw, he can't unless I have more
than twenty-five de — —. Here you!
Come down here ! You think you're smart,
but you'd better get that out of your head
around here. Go ahead, don't hang around
here. Come here, what's your name ?
What? How do you spell it? Say, You!
Where are you going? ' Come back here."
Mounting stairs. Guard—"What's the mat¬
ter with you anyway? Hurry up and get
out of here and don't get fresh either!"
Returns to post. Shifts weight to left
foot. Guard—"Let's see. What have I got
in Geometry today? I guess it's that new
My First Speech At Rhetoricals
a book program and you will be the first
speaker."
"Ah, what an honor," thought I, "but
why pick on me? Oh, well, I knew it had
to happen—eventually, why not now?"
After she had told me what subject I
was to speak on, I assured her that I would
work on it immediately, and left the room
feeling as though Atlas had given me his
job.
Each day as I worked on my speech the
burden on my shoulders grew lighter.' Fin-
By others' faults, wise men correct their own
proposition. I get sick every time I think
of it. I'll change the subject. I wonder
where those girls think they are going.
I'm sorry, but you can't go this way—or¬
ders. Your lockers? You will have to
wait for the bell. When will it ring? Oh,
in about ten minutes. No, you can't go up
that way either. Goodbye. Here's a
flood of Junebugs from the lunch room.
Nothing doing. Walk straight ahead and
don't loiter. Just keep moving. Hello
there—Sam. Did you get your Geometry
yet? How do you do it? All right. See
you in the study hall. So long." Shifting
weight back to right foot. Looks up dream-
ingly. Major passes. Guard salutes. Cap¬
tain passes. Salutes again. Lieutenant
passes. Salutes again. Guard—"There
goes that bell. Watch 'em come up now—"
The first rush comes. "Can't do it. Wait
for the next bell. I can't help you any,
you've got to wait. I guess I'll never do
guard duty again. Not on your life not.
There's the bell. All right. Last over¬
whelming rush nearly carries him off his
feet and he goes to locker with severe
criticisms on Junior Highlets, Freshmen
and other careless people.—Sidney Fried-
lander, '21.
The news was gently broken to me that
I was to see Miss Bruot immediately. My
heart thumped for I realized what the rea¬
son was. Using every ounce of courage in
me, I entered room 456, that room with the
ancient "Shakespeare Club" sign on the
door. A thrill ran through me as I saw
Miss Bruot's stately figure seated in that
large chair.
"Good morning, dear," was the happy
greeting I received. "You know," she con¬
tinued, "at the first rhetoricals there will be
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ally it was all written but the burden was
only half relieved; the rest was for deliver¬
ing it eloquently, with articulation and en¬
thusiasm. For one long period each day,
until the day of my doom (?), I delivered
my speech, before a patient critic in such a
manner that one might think it to be Cicero
II; but I received no compliment on my
elegant (?) speaking—until I really earned
it. I never got it.
I didn't think there could be any one in
this world with enough patience to teach
me to speak before an audience.
Finally that fatal Friday came. I was
full of enthusiasm. The time when I would
sit in the "speakers' row" came. The chair¬
man of the day was announced. Then pro¬
longing my misery, he gave a little talk
of his own. Then with a feeling like that
which comes over you when you are called
on to recite for the only part in lesson you
did not study, I waited to be announced as
the first speaker; but the orchestra thought
they had better add to my suspense. I saw
the fiddle bows move but I heard no music.
I couldn't see anything in music just then.
Action ceased for a moment but soon
started again. I like the orchestra, gr-r-r!
The noise stopped. Then the chairman
who announced my doom (I shall never
forget him) stepped forward, "The first
speaker on today's program will be
oh, boy I never had such a queer feeling.
I can't explain it. I rose from my seat
and approached those steps which were to
elevate me above that great mass of stu¬
dents. When I climbed thaose steps, I felt
as though a hundred pound weight was on
my back and the grease cups in my knees
needed to be turned. I made a graceful
(?) bow to the chairman and stood in the
middle of the stage before a thousand pair
of eyes. 'All of a sudden I felt weak in the
knees. I thought I had "stage fright," but
I was told that "stage fright" is merely
the condition of the mind. It couldn't have
been "stage fright" then, because my mind
was all right but my knees were weak.
From the beginning of my speech to the
end there was a vibration in my knees sim¬
ilar to that of a violin string. The beauty
of it was I couldn't stop though I tried in
vain. It incessantly kept on. My mouth
was as dry as a sponge and my throat felt
like a blotter. Every time my lips touched
they stuck and I had to loosen them with
my tongue. When I spoke to that great
audience, my supposedly acquired talent
would not show itself. I made a mess of
it! I wish a thousand times better luck
to you amateurs who have not yet experi¬
enced this great sensation.
Joseph D'Errico, Jr., '19
Getting Acquainted
Among the timid little freshmen at Cen¬
tral this term, there were two little girls
somewhat bold and daring. While the daily
routine of their new school life was being
most carefully planned out for them, they
were planning to explore Central, whose
size seemed to offer them a vast field for
investigation. When their first free period
came around, they set out on this daring
exploit.
After laboriously climbing three flights
of stairs these young explorers stopped to
look about them. In a corner was a door
almost hidden from view, which aroused
their curiosity. Behind it they found a very
narrow and gloomy flight of stairs. Cau¬
tiously they crept up the dusty steps that
creaked with every move and as they as¬
cended, the darkness enveloped them more
and more.
Suddenly the old rickety stairs seemed to
give way. The children, taken unaware,
had a vague recollection of being caught
up by an unseen force and borne from the
oppressing darkness into a room flooded
with light; of being confronted by a huge
monster whose very sight froze their blood.
"Who are you that you dare invade the
sanctuary of my master, the Belfry Owl?"
thundered the beast.
The death-like silence which followed
was broken by a sweet silvery voice com¬
ing from the adjoining room.
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"Well, well, if it isn't little freshmen,
come to pay me a visit. Away, Goliath,
and let them enter!" Our bewildered wan¬
derers, reassured by the kind voice, fol¬
lowed the Owl into his room and sat down.
Before long they were deeply engrossed in
the stories that the Belfry Owl told them.
"Among the improvements this term,"
continued the Owl, "are telephones. There
is a switchboard in Miss Ward's office and
it connects the office with all parts of the
building. There was quite a hubbub caused
the first day that these instruments were in
working order. Somehow, the bells all
rang at the same time and all teachers were
trying to answer. Now, however, the tele¬
phones are in good condition, and quite
useful.
"While welcoming the teachers back, this
semester, I observed with deep regret, that
Miss Watkins, the girls' instructor in gym,
Song of Ego
I, Myself and Me
Are the best of all that be,
And there isn't any other,
Not excepting even my mother,
Who can hold a higher place in my esteem.
For I love myself right dearly,
And not another, even nearly
Can come up to I, Myself and Me.
I'm a corking, corking person,
With the air of a MacPherson.
did not return. You girls have not met her
yet, but you will soon find that her presence
is so helpful and necessary that her least
absence is deeply felt by us all. I have
heard that she is now recovering from a
severe illness, and anxiously await her re¬
turn in order that she may take up her
duties which no one can so well perform.
"Now, dear friends, before you leave,
take with you this parting bit of advice.
Your stay at Central is very short indeed.
If you want to make these four short years
a period to look back upon, begin now. Get
into Central's spirit. It will never lead you
astray. On the contrary, it will bring you
successfully through your school career and
if properly nurtured, that spirit shall guide
you aright in whatever path of life you
choose to tread."
Marian Shapiro, '19.
And it's a Scottish Percy that I sure do be.
Though the world should die tomorrow
I'd have no mite of sorrow,
And I'd live in sweetest happiness with Me.
For in all this great wide nation
I have no near relation
Who is nearer to myself than I and Me.
Then sing the song of Ego
And be happy as the days go
With just I, Myself and only me.
—Sidney Friedlander, '21.
A Messenger of Spring
Beneath a shady apple-tree,
A little robin sat;
He chirpped away and leaped about
Upon the grassy mat.
He came to bring a message sweet,
That we all love to hear:
That Spring will come with all her charms
To make a world of cheer.
Louise Eidam.
Continual cheerfulness is a sign of wisdom. Judging by this, we have a
number of sages at school
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JUNIOR HIGH DEPARTMENT
The Y. M. C. A. Girl
An original story, written after 2 min¬
utes observation of cover on Literary Di¬
gest of February 15th.
In 1914 when the war broke out and the
Germans crossed Belgium and laid waste
the farms and towns, the American spirit
was greatly embittered by these atrocities.
Roy Hamilton, an American boy, of
about eighteen years of age was greatly
outraged. His sister, Charlotte, did not
feel the bitterness of the war until one day,
when Roy, her brother, who had entered
the British Flying Squadron was shot down
and very badly hurt.
Three months later, Charlotte had joined
an American Relief Club, which went
"Over There" to give relief to the Belgian
children. It was a rainy day when a tele¬
gram reached her begging her to come to
a certain village to give aid. She secured
permission to take a truck load of supplies
to the town, and never thinking that it
might be a Hun trick, she set out alone.
Upon her arrival at the town she was
greeted by a number of French boys and
girls, but just as she was pouring out a cup
of coffee, she heard the clatter of horses'
hoofs. She hurried the children into the
truck and shut the back of the car. It
took only a moment to make sure that they
were Germans, she then lost no time in
starting the truck and getting away. For
about a half an hour she was chased, the
Germans pouring shot into the truck un¬
mercifully, but the children kept close to
the floor and were not hurt. Suddenly the
girl heard the buzz of several airplanes,
and taking a moment to look up she beheld
several planes flying in battle formation.
As they came nearer, she perceived they
were British planes and knew that they
were coming to her rescue. As the girl
looked up she did not see a hole in the road¬
way and while she was watching the planes
her right wheel hit the hole and was
knocked off. At first, she was frightened
but she possessed the true Yankee grit.
She quickly looked after the children and'
seeing that none had been injured, she
pulled out her automatic and awaited the
Huns. He glance was then turned toward
the planes, they were now flying very low,
she then beheld the Huns fixing an anti¬
aircraft gun pointed directly at the leading
airplane.
The German commander stood with his
hand held high above his head, as it
dropped, the gun was fired and the leading
plane came crashing through the air, but it
was American strategy at work, the girl
turned white, thinking that the plane was
falling. She then saw smoke coming from
the plane. Was it burning? No it could
not be, for the reports of shots were heard.
It was the double Lewis gun at work, the
aviator had fooled the Huns by diving,
which looked as if he were falling. As he
came lower, he dropped two bombs, then
darted upwards to avoid the burst of rocks
arid dirt which would be thrown up by the
force of the explosion. The girl gasped
for joy as the bomb hit the gun and blew
it in pieces. The other planes now were
dropping bombs, and in a few moments,
they had wiped out the detaqhment of
German troops.
The leading plane darted upwards
toward the others, and working into forma¬
tion they descended near by. The girl got
out of the truck and ran toward the avi¬
ators. She kept her eyes on the man who
got out of the plane which had taken such
a big part in the skirmish, and on closer
approach, she beheld her brother. "Why,
sis!" "Brother!" these were the ejacula¬
tions with which they met each other as
they fell into each other's arms.
The other aviators were wondering and
scratching their heads, trying to think why
these two should be greeting each other
in such a manner, but in a moment it was
all explained to them.
The first thing the party did was to take
the children back to their homes and while
Charlotte was explaining to their mothers,
her brother called up the Relief Headquar-
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ters and told them of the broken truck.
Charlotte was given a Croix de Guerre for
her bravery and the brother was similarly-
decorated and raised from a first lieutenant
to captain for his daring deeds.
—Maurice Denk, 8-A.
The Autobiography of a Book
My first impressions were those of the
whirring of machinery in a large paper
mill. After suffering untold agony at its
hands, I was at last rolled into a sheet of
white paper. I wondered greatly what the
future held in store for me, when suddenly
I was transferred to a beautiful building
and placed in the hands of a printer, who
knew just what to do with me. My cur¬
iosity was exceedingly great to find out
what was being done with me. After this
I was put into a press, which seemed like
a steel prison to me, and pressed down
tightly.
I was then put into a small steel clutch
and gripped by steel fingers which gently
folded me into sections. After this a lady
with soft fingers gently sewed me together,
and then I began to realize that the most
beautiful thing in this world was happening
to me. I was becoming a real live book.
Impatiently I awaited my new dress and
hoped it would be blue. My joy was com¬
plete when I saw a pan of solid gold leaf
come to letter me. When completed, I
stood upon a shelf all in blue and gold, and
immediately opened a conversation with my
next door neighbor, who was clothed in
scarlet.
"What is your name, where are you
going, and do you know what's inside of
you*?" I asked her.
She replied, "I have stood here three
days, trying to answer those questions
myself."
Just then we were all uncerenioniously
gathered up and placed in a huge box, and
I whispered to myself, "Now I will know."
It was dark and cold on our journey, but
when we again saw the light of day we
were in the basement of a huge building
and a lady's voice was saying, "Be careful
now, boys, don't hurt any of the books."
Many willing hands picked us up, carried
us into a light, airy room and placed us
upon long tables. This room was full of
bovs and girls and we heard them whisper,
"Oh, goody! some new books." One by
one, our names were recorded in a large
book and later we were numbered.
At last we were placed upon the shelves
of a school library. I was so eager to have
a lovely little girl pick me out to read that
I stuck myself forward as far as I could
without tumbling off the shelf, and I tried
to make myself look important. In a very
few minutes I heard a little voice say,
"Please find me a nice story to read," and
a lady caught hold of me and said, "You
will just love this book. It is about the
dearest little girl and it's called 'The Secret
Garden'."
At last I knew my name, and it sounded
so mysterious that I wanted more than ever
to know what the secret was about the
garden. I thought it would be revealed
when the little girl said to the librarian,
"What is it about?" But she only shook
her finger and said, "A Secret Garden," so
I had to wait again.
I was taken to the little girl's home and
was so impressed by its grandeur that for
a few moments I was speechless. This
little girl, whose name I soon learned was
Margaret, evidently loved books for she
was very careful of me and put me away
with such care every night after reading me.
I know she always washed her hands before
reading me, because every page was clean
and white when she had finished, and I
was so glad not to have any of my lovely
white margins soiled.
One day I heard her telling another little
girl what I was about and I filled up with
pride almost to the bursting point when I
heard her say, "It is the loveliest story I
ever read, all about a little girl and boy
who made another boy happy and well by
taking him into a secret garden they had
found filled with roses and other beautiful
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Just A Little Chat
All "A-number-one"
Cadets know that one
Of the first requirements
Of military courtesy is
Respect for your Flag.
The other day
I was walking home
From school, and I
Passed our neighbors a
Little ways up the street.
And I saw
Two or three companies of
Cadets in front of the
School at present arms.
And a bugler was
Blowing to the colors.
And the flag was
Being lowered. And I
Stopped and came up
To a salute, as any
"A-number-one"
Cadet should do
Under the circumstances. And
After it was all
Over, and I continued
On my way, I
Thought to myself, "Should we
Allow any school to get
Ahead of old Central?
Why couldn't we have
The same ceremonies every
Morning, and every evening?
And pay to our
Dear old Flag the
Full respect due to it."
The 1st Battalion was reviewed by Col.
R. E. Hunt on Friday, January 3. Instead
of the regular Rhetorical period the entire
school turned out on 49th St. at the rear of
the school. There the five cadet compan¬
ies were drawn up in Battalion front. The
usual ceremonies were gone through and
then the Battalion passed in review. The
second platoon of Company D carried off
the honors. In the reviewing stand were:
Col. R. E. Hunt, commanding C. H. S. C.,
Maj. C. B. Lewis, commanding 1st Bat¬
talion, and Lieut Claudius Johnson, a Cen¬
tral graduate. The review was a success
in every way. In his letter of congratula¬
tion to Maj. Lewis, Col. Hunt says: "Please
accept my congratulations to yourself and
your command, for the splendid showing
made at the Battalion Inspection, held on
Friday, Jan. 3, 1919."
On Tuesday, January 21st, it was the
sad duty of Captains McC'ullough, Frye,
Rocker, Bluffstein, and Gusman, and Lieut.
Meleragno, to act as pall-bearers, when
Corporal John Harmolin, late of Co. E.,
was laid away in Lakeview Cemetery. A
detachment of cadets in charge of Lieut.
Jenks acted as an honor escort. Taps were
blown at the grave by Battalion buglers. A
letter of thanks has been received from Dr.
and Mrs. Harmolin.
Did you ever hear of a court martial?
For the benefit of those who> wish to know,
it is a trial by military authorities. Thus
far two court martials have been held here
at school. The. first was the case of Cadet
Friedman, Co. A, who was found guilty of
insubordination to an officer. His sentence
was suspended pending good behavior. The
second was the trials of Cadet Lieut. Turn-
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er, Co. D, and Cadet Levenson, Co. A.
Lieut. Turner was found guilty of absent¬
ing himself without leave from a class.
Hiis commission was taken away from him
for a period of two weeks as punishment.
Cadet Levenson was found not guilty of
insubordination.
"Guards to the right of them, guards to
the left of them, guards in front of them."
—(so back outside they go.) The above is
what usually takes place during the lunch
periods, when anybody tries to pass through
the halls.
What was the date ? Oh yes ! we remem¬
ber now. On January 22, all classes were
excused in all of the high schools at 12:30.
That was simply great for those students
who. had most of their classes after that
time. The cadet companies were formed
and marched to their respective car lines,
where they embarked for the unknown. (?)
The Central Battalion was the first one
to reach West Tech field intact and on time.
Col. Hunt presented his compliments to the
Battalion for being so punctual. Well, af¬
ter our picture was taken by the Plain
Dealer moving picture man, we waited
around for what seemed three or four
hours. Finally things got started. Colors
were presented to each regiment. After oth¬
er ceremonies, the Brigade, 4,000 strong,
passed in review amid the cheers of the
grandstand. By the way we almost forgot
to mention our loyal . Central girls, who
many times outnumbered the girls of other
schools in attendance. Thanks girls, many
thanks! Come again.
Last month Central was surprised to re¬
ceive a visit from one of her alumni. Private
Ben Shipman, home on a five day furlough
from Camp Meade, Va., dropped in on
us for a little chat. Shipman went over¬
seas with the 37th Division, and saw serv¬
ice on practically all fronts. He refused
to talk much about his experiences on the
battle front. One of the incidents that he
did talk about was the way he received his
wound. One night when he was out in
No Man's Land with four companions, a
high explosive shell burst near them, wip¬
ing out all but two of the little party.
Shipman lay for several hours with a
crushed foot, before he was picked up by
stretcher-bearers. The official communique
to his Mother from Washington stated that
he had lost his foot, but later this was cor¬
rected. He was invalided home on the
troop ship, "Northern Pacific," that ran
aground on Fire Island near New York.
He will return to Camp Meade until he is
fully recovered. He graduated from Cen¬
tral in 1913.
A letter recently received from Sgt.
James Carey, serving with the 112th Engi¬
neers in France, states that he is well and
expects to reach home soon. He has been
over the top seven times and didn't get a
scratch. His division saw service in nearly
all of the major offensives, especially in the
Argonne. The 112th was crossing a bridge,
which they had built, over the Esque River
in Belgium at the time that the armistice
was signed. It was learned that "Jim" was
offered a try at a commission, but that he
refused because his pal was not included
in the invitation.
Howard McCarry, serving at the Great
Lakes Naval Training Station in the Radio
Company, paid us a visit the 28th of last
month. McCarry was president of the 1918
class.
Recently at Eagle school the 150 cadet
officers of the Cleveland high schools re¬
ceived their commissions. The commis¬
sions were handsomely engraved and fitted
with the seal of the board of education.
Out of the 150 officers, Central drew 26,
the rank of captain going to seven, that of
1st lieutenant going to ten, that of 2nd lieu¬
tenant going to nine. The list of officers
of the Central Battalion commissioned is as
follows:
"The leader may be no better than you, but someone must give the
orders and set the pace."—Ex.
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Major—Chauncey B. Lewis.
Captains—
H. A. Gusman Philip Wolfe
J. L. McCullough Leo Rocker
N. S. Frye N. Bluffstein
John Harmolin (deceased)
1st Lieutenants—
Joe Garber G. Sturtevant
Jack Garber J. Merlovitz
Fred Dobrich A. G. Henry
Martin Rini Chester Mares
J. D'Errico Hugh Melaragno
2nd Lieutenants—
J. Rabinowitz S. Axelrod
R. V. Jenks H. Cohen
R. Turner A. J. Bolek
M. Armstrong Sanford Fink
S. Leiberman
Warrants were issued to non-commis¬
sioned officers.
The insignia for cadet commissioned offi¬
cers has been changed. Instead of the disc
system, the army system has been adopted.
One gold bar on the shoulder is a second-
lieutenant, one silver bar is a first-lieu¬
tenant, and two silver bars is a captain.
The insignia for non-commissioned officers
remains the same.
Have you lost your trench cap yet? It
is wise to take a little precaution. Write
your name in ink on a strip of adhesive
tape, also your company and battalion and
regiment. Paste this inside of your trench
cap. Then if it is lost you have a chance of
getting it back. "An ounce of prevention
is worth a pound of cure."
Have you found an easier way of doing
anything in your cadet life that may be
worth passing on to the next fellow? If
so why not let the other fellow know about
it? Nine times out of ten your little hint
will become invaluable. Write out your
suggestion on a piece of No. eight and put
it in Company E's box in the command¬
ant's office.
Some Kisses a Hero Never Forgets
The kiss from the fraternal French gen¬
eral who pinned on the medal.
The kiss an old French woman gave him
when they recaptured the town from the
Huns.
The kiss a saucy French miss gave him
as she passed.
The motherly kiss a Red Cross nurse
gave him when he was wounded.
The parting kiss he waved to France as
he stood on the home-coming steamer.
The exuberant kiss he threw to the Statue
of Liberty.
The kiss from the girl he left behind.
His mother's kiss.—Ex.
"Well, I tooted my horn."
"Yes and that fool lamp post just stood
there."—Ex.
Turn failure into victory
Don't let your courage fade
And if you get a lemon
Just make the lemon aid.
The Autobiography of a Book
(Continued from Page to)
flowers." Then the other little girl said,
"I want to get it just as soon as you re¬
turn it to the library." And I was so glad
to know that I was a beautiful book so
that everyone would love me.
But my happiness was complete when I
discovered that Margaret had decided to
help her little neighbor, a cripple boy of
about ten years of age. She not only
brought him beautiful flowers, but she could
plav the piano nicely, and did so for his
benefit. Little Tom soon learned that this
is a beautiful world after all, and that the
best way to make oneself happy is by mak¬
ing others feel the same way.
—Sadie Gold, 8-A.
Editorial
(Continued from Page 2)
are a help, but there are not yet enough
for all, and even lockers cannot guard
against the carelessness of their owners..
Be on the watch for strangers, and if they
arouse your suspicion, report it to some
teacher immediately, for your belongings
may "disappear" next.
Catch the thieves!
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EXCHANGES
Joseph D'Errico, Jr., Editor
We will gladly receive exchanges from other schools and offer such criticisms
as we may deem beneficial to the progress of your papers; we will likewise gladly
receive such helpful information. Please return exchanges or we'll forget you.
The Dart, Ashtabula High School, where. Alas! where are your athletic activ-
Ashtabula, Ohio. ities in the school gym? We will gladly
A very nice little magazine. The material, exchange with you.
including up-to-date poems and editorials
on subjects interesting to members of your The Denisonian, Denison University,
school, is fine ! Granville, Ohio.
Why not try a double column, and smaller \ye are very much pleased to receive a
print? You'll save much valuable space. college paper. Your paper is very well edit-
We wish your lunch room success. ancj news is complete. We can offer
The University School News, n0 suggestions or criticisms to make your
University School, Cleveland, Ohio. Wff "?ore near,y 1 , represents
A very fine lot of school news in such a skl" ln.lts management. We will be pleased
small paper. You've a fine lot of swimmers. «ceive y°m exchanges.
Where's your humor? You don't mean to The Week| Review> Hamilton High
say you have none! Where s your Joke Schoo, HamiIt0 ohio
Department? Its hard to find. „ , , , , . , .
r You have a very good weekly, judging
The Reflector, Glenville High School, from the material in your weekly. Ham-
Cleveland, Ohio. ilton is an active school. Quite a swimming
A good commencement number. You had team. Come again!
some military news, but under no heading.
Why not have a department for Military The Tatler, West Technical High School,
News? Cleveland Ohio.
Where are your Athletics? Neither boys' You have a great deal of material in such
nor girls' athletics were to be found any- a small paper! It is one of great merit.
DRAMATICS
Sidney Friedlander, Editor
A most successful program was pre- Grace Kemmerling
sented February 28th, in connection with Solo—Indian Love Song
the Library Fund Campaign concluded on Arthur Henry
the day. The pictures and posters placed .The Central High School Library
about the auditorium were most refined in Leah Haas. .—The Inheritance of the Ages
taste and artistically arranged. The pro- Chairman—Andrew Bongiorno
gram opened with quite unique selections On March 7th, there was held a pro-
by the school orchestra and included a solo gram for the seventh, eighth and ninth
by Grace Kemmerling, which has left an grades of Central High School. This pro-
indelible impression. The speakers dwelt gram marked the beginning at Central of
upon their various subjects in a most ap- the National Health Crusade which is be-
propriate manner and style. The program ing carried on by the Junior Red Cross,
was as follows: After a selection by the orchestra, Dr.
Orchestra Morris Rock wood, city health commissioner, ad-
^ Vp"" V. t* dressed the school. Dr. Bourland and Cadet
Dance Torch Dance Major Lewis also spoke.
Joseph D Ernco. The crusa(je
is an attempt to better the
A sketch of the Life of William H. Brett health of children under sixteen years of
Harold Gardner The Development of Books age by teaching them good habits of living.
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Elsie Schrieber, Editor
French Club
At the mid-year banquet of the French
Club 22 new members were admitted and
the officers for this term were elected. They
are as follows:
Freda Blum, president.
Bertha Bieger, vice president.
Langston Hughes, recording secretary.
Mary Clinton, corresponding secretary.
Joseph Merlevitz, treasurer.
Esther Posnansky, librarian.
Hugo Melaragno, sergeant-at-arms.
The initiation of new members was quite
amusing and after the delightful luncheon,
which was enjoyed by everyone, Dr. Zelig-
zon, our faculty advisor, made a speech to
the club entirely in French that was very
interesting. This term the members are
studying French ballads and poems under
the able leadership of our faculty advisor
and every meeting is instructive as well as
enjoyable.
Home Garden Club
At the first meeting of this term held
by the Home Garden Club, the following
officers were elected:
Sartur Andrzejewski, president.
Jhgston Hughes, vice president.
Rivkin Twins, secretary.
Sidney Fink, treasurer.
During the coming term, Miss Chestnutt
will continue her talks on soil and thus
prepare the members for their gardens.
The bulbs which were planted last fall
are very successful and will soon be ready
for distribution.
Glee Club
The school was presented with a choice
bit of harmony on Friday, January 17th,
by the Glee Club. It consumed this morsel
with evident pleasure and then clamored
for more. Many of the new members ex¬
perienced the thrill one feels when he faces
an audience for the first time and it was
with rapidly pulsing hearts and trembling
knees that they mounted the platform and
gazed into the faces before them. One of
the new songsters was so overcome by
trepidation that his knees quivered to the
exclusion of any vocal efifort on his part.
The Club is now meeting regularly and
is rapidly overcoming the handicap im¬
posed upon it by the Flu vacation. The
Club will miss the singers who graduated
in February but the new members are now
conversant with their parts and the Club
is better prepared at. this time than ever
before to meet the usual falling off at this
time.
Modern Miracles
I saw the cat fish in the pond,
And heard the dog wood bark,
And house fly on the stable door,
And cow slip in the park.
But the thing that gave me headache
And made me sorely grieve,
Was to see the tree denounce its board-
And make a bough and leave.—Ex.
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Langston Hughes, Editor-in-Chief
Marian Shapiro and Sartur Andrzejewski, Board Editors
Library Day and Senior Pigtail day hap¬
pened to come at one and the same time.
At Rhetoricals the Senior girls' section was
gay with white ribbons on pigtailed heads.
Central is to have a new clock by which
all the bells in the building can be auto¬
matically controlled.
The advanced French classes have begun
an interscholastic correspondence with the
boys and girls studying English in the
schools of Paris. The first letters from
Central students written in French have
already been sent across the sea and the
answers which the Parisian pupils will
write in English are anxiously awaited by
the pupils here at Central.
Some imaginative Centralite has named
the walk that runs from the Gym door to
55th street, on the south side of the school,
the Champs Elysee after that famous thor¬
oughfare in Paris. He claims that during
lunch hours on a fair day all the beauty
and wit of Central, including most of the
well-known characters in our big school
may be seen promenading up and down in
the sunshine, many of them consuming pies
or cake procured from the bakery wagon
stationed at the east end of the thorough¬
fare. There is always something interest¬
ing to be seen in a walk along Central
Champs Elysee. During the fourth and
fifth periods, the military companies are
usually drilling and they are interesting to
watch. Just the other day the sixth hour
crowd was entertained by two bold little
Junior Highs who risked their young necks
by giving an exhibition of acrobatics on
top of the fire-escapes, until brought down
by one of the military cadets. After the
sixth hour, however, the crowds grow thin¬
ner, the bakery man drives away and the
Champs Elysee is empty, save for a few
stragglers who have finished their classes
but are not yet ready to go home.
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The days of chivalry are still in existence
and right here at Central, too! Just lately
a gallant young gentleman, looking out of
a third floor class room window, saw a
playful puppy pursuing a frightened little
girl down 55th Street, without hesitation,
the young man left his seat, ran down three
flights of stairs out on the sidewalk, and
Deliberate slowly, execute promptly
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ANNOUNCEMENT
We wish to announce to the pupils of Central High that no other business or
shorthand school in this city is allowed to use the system of shorthand we use.
Any attempt to use ARISTOGRAPHY—the Aristocrat of Shorthand—by any other
institution in Cleveland, will be prevented by court action. Any representation
hereafter, either by the schools direct, or by solicitors of those schools, will be
dealt with severely.
ARISTOGRAPHY is the simplest, the shortest and at the same time the
swiftest shorthand ever written. Our pupils taking ARISTOGRAPHY, write
better shorthand in five months, than our pupils taking other systems in eight
months—a saving of three months—and they read their notes months after as
well as the day they were written.
A Free Trial will convince any thinking young person that this system of
shorthand will save months of valuable time, as well as hundreds of hours of
worry over word signs, exceptions, and rules.
The author of the system is the fastest writer in the world—Isaac S. Dement.
Ask any court reporter in Cleveland. He will tell you.
THE LANE SCHOOL
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drove the lively but harmless dog away.
Upon returning to class, however, the teach¬
er, not seeming to appreciate his truly
heroic (?) action, commanded that he
should hereafter keep his attention on the
book and his back to the window.
The switchboard that controls Central's
new telephone system is in the office. Miss
Ward is the operator.
Some one evidently took a notion to clean
the bulletin board for many of the old (al¬
most antique) notices have disappeared.
Correction!
In the January number of the "Monthly"
an article, "Experiences in a Dancing
Class," was credited to Helen Osborne in¬
stead of to Helen Baldwin.
On Monday they wondered what the yel¬
low ribbon was. Tuesday the mystery of
the purple ribbon was worrying the upper
classmen and teachers at Central and on
Wednesday it was green ribbons which
asked the questions. When a wearer of
the ribbon was asked what it meant, he
replied "P. C. D." Here the pupils of Cen¬
tral showed what wonderful imaginative
powers they had when they had "P. 0. D."
meaning one hundred and one different
things. Among the best phrases were:
"Peace Conference Delegate," "Poor Cen¬
tral's Debators," "Put Commerce Down,"
and "Proud Central Dunces."
What was your guess?
We wonder what became of the Seniors
on Friday, February 28th? Finally those
who wore white tissue paper ribbons, were
recognized as the once solemn Seniors. It
was pigtail day.
The Seniors felt their hearts thump when
Miss Bruot posted up the names of those
whose fate it would be to speak at Rhetor-
icals this term.
Have you heard the new bells which have
been installed in the building this term?
In Chemistry: The empty shells have
calcium carbide in them.
Room 110 contributed most to the Lib¬
rary Fund.
Say what you may, yet you must ac¬
knowledge that one of the innumerable
good effects of military training has been
the abolition of false pride. The cadets
themselves, confess that in the pre-war
days, mended trousers were a source of
misery and embarrassment. But, as you may
have already noted, since our dauntless boys
donned the military raiment which gives
them such a dignified appearance, patches
have been as much in vogue as leather
puttees and our girls' red collars.
The arts department has certainly helped
to enlighten a great many of the Centralite
fogies upon futuristic art. Artistic posters
have not only brightened our halls and
auditorium but also interested some of the
pupils so that they talked with the art
teachers upon the whys and wherefores of
the subject.
Although these patient instructors may
not have converted them into ultra-modern
art faddists, yet they have taught them to
look at a modern piece of art work with
much more intelligence than heretofore.
Rejoice ye musicians and singers. The
Cleveland School Board has agreed to give
an extra point per annum to high school
pupils who take any one of the following
courses of music.
1. Theory lessons at school and private
instrumental or vocal instruction.
2. Theory lessons in school and singing
lessons at school.
3. Two rehearsals each week in school
orchestra, Glee Club, or Treble Cleff Club
under direction of an accredited teacher of
Don't let the stream of your life be a murmuring stream
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music. If you wish to gain this credit,
make arrangements with Mrs. Parr.
The faint tra-las of the pipes of Pan
seem to have drifted to Central and demon¬
strated that music, especially spring music,
hath its charms, for a "Choral "Society" of
at least 100 male and female choristers, is
being formed. Yet the organizer, Mrs.
Parr, asserts that there'll be no reedy, rasp¬
ing tones to mar the harmony as the sing¬
ers can enter only with the personal sanc¬
tion of that careful music mistress.
At a recent informal, held by our omni¬
present Junior Highs, all the boys, but one,
seemed to prefer the lusty, riotous man¬
ners, characteristic of Bacchus, the god of
revelry, while the girls fairly worshiped
the foot steps of their dancing patron, (St.
Vitus?). Miss Sutton, noticing the deplor¬
able ignorance of the shy, masculine sex, as
far as dancing was concerned, said that
she intended to have a dancing class for
the Junior people and would ask some of
our senior experts to teach that sprightly
elusive art to them.
Any time you see someone tramping on
our front beds of shrubbery or trespassing
on the lawn of the north side, let him know-
that he should not be so indifferent about
the reputation and appearance of the old¬
est and most famous school of the middle
west.
The little window in the angle of the
stairs on the north side of the main hall
was a source of mystery to curious pupils
for many weeks, until shortly after the
opening of the new term, they discovered
that it was not to be used as a ticket booth
but rather as something long needed at
Central—a Lost and Found Bureau. The
number of things lost in and about Central
every day is really surprising and the es¬
tablishment of this department is to be
commended. The bureau is conducted in
a systematic way and every article must
be identified before being returned to the
owners who must sign a receipt for it.
After having been changed from one lo¬
cation to another, the Belfry Owl and Lit¬
tle Belfry Owl are at last comfortably lo¬
cated in the office, occupying places on top
of the desks of the Monthly editor and
the business manager respectively, where
they now rest in peace and contentment.
The electricians after having installed
telephones, new fire bells and various other
electrical apparatus in Central, have now
finished their work and no longer do we
have our classes disturbed by the ringing of
bells or the entrance of workmen during
recitation. All is calm and quiet in the
halls of knowledge. Almost too quiet!
The notice of the postponement of the
cadet parade to be held on Washington's
birthday was very welcome as the February
weather was, to say the least, rather chilly
for parading.
The new bells certainly have a loud and
vibrant ring that is rather startling to the
nerves of many of our scholarly pupils,
but none the less welcome when it means
dismissal from class or study hall.
The managers of the Dual Debate were
certainly on the job as they had their pla¬
cards in every conspicuous place about
Central and the ticket sellers were at work
long before the date of the Debate, urging
every Centralite to attend.
For a few weeks after the opening of the
new term, getting to school on time was
really a "goat getter" for those who were
so unfortunate as to have an eight o'clock
class, but now most of them have learned
to rise early enough to be on time.
Let us endeavor to so live that when we die even the undertaker
will be sorry
—Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar
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Helen Baldwin, Editor
A gym without Miss Watkins seems
Quite desolate indeed,
And energy just boils and teems
With naught to fill the need.
At first they asked the girls to teach
The classes all alone,
But this device has failed to reach
The girls as cold as stone.
To work and play with earnest zeal
We need our teacher dear,
To whom we send, for woe or weal,
A wish that she were here.
The health of our dear teacher now
Has failed, and needs a rest,
But when she does return, we vow
We'll work with added zest.
Our joints are stiff; we're getting old,
But what is there to do?
The gym is empty quite, and cold,
And often locked is too.
One day not so long ago many of the
classes on the upper floors were disturbed
by the thumping of a piano that rounded
like a small child just learning to play. Sev¬
eral teachers upon investigating, discov¬
ered that the music room instrument was
being tuned so that our harmonious (?)
young voices might have a good piano to
sing by.
The large flag that formerly hung down
the well into the main hall has been taken
down to be given a much needed trip to the
cleaners.
Philip Morse, former editor of the club
department in the Monthly, is out of school
this term, recuperating after a severe spell
of illness and although he has recovered,
he will not return to Central until next fall.
His temporary withdrawal from the staff
of the Monthly leaves a vacant space.
The lovely posters which decorated the
auditorium on Library Day, were made
by the Central High Arts department and
reflect credit upon both the pupils and their
instructors.
Study hall pupils have not yet learned
to observe the ruling that they should put
their desk lids down and the seats up be¬
fore leaving the hall.
In Dr. Zeligzon's room there is a calen¬
dar for 1919 all in French besides several
other French pictures that are quite inter¬
esting.
Everybody was wishing to be in one of
Miss Seaton's classes, February 3rd and
4th. Reason: Miss Seaton was absent and
all her classes were excused.
In aopreciation of his excellent leader¬
ship, the Sophomore Co. has presented Capt.
McCullough with a pair of leather puttees.
In A Hurry
Employer: "No, Harry, I can't raise your
wages just now, but you can speak to me
about it later on."
Office Boy: "All right, sir. Will ye be
in tomorrow mornin'?"—Ex.
Duty — what others ought to do
20
THE MONTHLY
Sidney Fink, Editor
Central-East Game out in a close interesting game 12 to 11.
In the most exciting and fastest game Koplowitz by virtue of his wonderful foul
that Central has played so far this season. and basket shooting was the bright light
Central barely managed to come through ^or Central.
with a victory over our ancient rival, East Central 16 G F P.
by the score of 16 to 13. Wolfe L F 2 0 4
The game was played at the East End Dobrich, R. F 0 0 0
Y before a very large and enthusiastic J0® Garber, C 4 .0 8
crowd. There were thrills from the mo- Leiberman, L. G 1 2 4
ment the game began until the final whistle Jack Garber, R. G 0 0 0
blew.
Although weakened by the loss of Lip- 7-aS*j ^77? ^ T vi
son, who dislocated his elbow in the West p 0 0 0
game, Central's team work was by far the q 0 0 0
best they have displayed this year, while ,T u' t ' A 1 a o
t- i . u : 1 -^i u r Noble, L. G 1 0 2
Fast had to be content with shooting from m 1 t> a a a
the middle of the floor, due to Central's BIecker' R' G 0 0 0
wonderful guarding.
East drew first blood, Zivoder caging Central West Tech.
the ball from near the center of the floor. Displaying teamwork and basket shoot-
But then our team took a decided spurt ing that bodes ill for her future opponents,
and through the all-around playing of Joe Central simply outclassed West Tech at
Garber, the end of the first half found the East End Y by the score of 52-8.
Central leading 9 8. West Tech had just given her team a
The second half was somewhat rough shakeup and had promised Central stub-
and several fouls were called which slowed born resistance but the wonderful playing
up the game, considerably. The game ended of Capt. Wolfe, Leiberman and Co., proved
with East trying in vain to cage the ball a little too much for the West Side Car-
from all corners of the floor. penters.
Joe Garber with his fancy shooting and In the first half Tech gave a little re-
Wolfe with his all-around playing were sistance, scoring 8 points to Central's 29.
the big stars for Central, while Zivoder fiut .n ^ secQnd half Wegt Tech {aUed
who scored prac ica y a o as s poin s, ^ sc0re a point while Central showed her
showed up we 1 or as . appreciation to those few faithful rooters
It was a double victory from the Central who were there and had adopted the cry
standpoint, as the Central seconds also won "Make it fifty" by scoring 23 points and
21
THE MONTHLY
making it 52. Towards the latter part of
the second half Coach Farmer put in the
substitutes or else the score might have
been much greater.
Wolfe with 11 field baskets and Leiber-
man with 10 field baskets and 2 fouls, both
for a total of 22 points, were the stars of
the game.
Central's second team also had quite an
easy time of it, Tech being walloped 17-5.
Koplowitz and Cohn scored almost all of
Central's points.
Central—52
G.
F.
p.
Wolfe, L. F
11
0
22
Dobrich. R. F
3
0
6
Joe Garber, C
1
0
2
Leiberman, L. G
10
o
Li
22
Jack Garber, R. G.
0
0
0
Mirlevitz, R. F
0
0
0
Lipshetz, R. F
0
0
0
Rabinowitz, R. G
0
0
0
West Tech—8
G.
F.
P.
Allen, L. F. .
0
1
1
Hadde, R. F
1
0
2
Fisher, C
1
0
2
Weber, L. G
0
0
0
Doering, R. G
0
0
0
Huston, L. F
1
1
3
Craig, R. G
0
0
0
Krewson, L. G
0
0
0
Central-Longwood
In the biggest surprise of the Senate sea¬
son, Longwood defeated Central by the
score of 13 to 12.
The game was a heart breaker from the
Central standpoint, as it practically elim¬
inated Central from the Senate race. Cen¬
tral had been picked as an easy winner, in
fact it was thought that Central would pile
up a bigger score against Longwood than
it did against West Tech.
But overconfidence again proved itself
the deadliest enemy a team can have. So
full of confidence was Central that she had
had but one practice all week in preparation
for the game.
And Longwood, anticipating this over-
confidence, had been preparing a strong de¬
fense through which the Central team was
unable to penetrate. Time and again easy
shots were missed by Leiberman and
Wolfe, the latter playing an unusually bad
and individual game.
Longwood caged four fouls before Cen¬
tral was aware that she had a hard game
before her. These fouls were followed by
a wonderful basket from the middle of the
floor by Sugarman. Then Central awoke
and caged a basket but Central could not
offset the gain secured by Longwood and
the half ended 10 to 6.
The second half started with a spurt
by Central but the Longwood guards were
a little too much for the Central forwards.
Towards the end of the game Central came
to within one point of tying the score and
with 30 seconds to play Leiberman missed
a foul shot, thus throwing away all chances
for winning the championship. Sugarman
the Longwood center, was easily the star
of the game. The bitterness of the defeat
was partially eased when Central seconds
walloped Longwood second 16 to 1. Kop¬
lowitz and Phillips starred for Central.
Central—12
G.
F.
P.
Wolfe, L. F
2
0
4
Dobrich, R. F
1
0
2
Joe Garber, C
0
0
0
Jack Garber, L. G
0
0
0
Leiberman, R. G
1
4
6
Longwood—13
G.
F.
P.
Baskind, L. F
1
0
2
Levitt, R. F
0
0
0
Sugarman, C
3
5
11
MacRitchie, L. G
0
0
0
Moruvega, R. G
0
0
0
Central-Willoughby
It being an off date, due to mid-year
graduation, a game with Willoughby was
arranged. Central was full of pep and
anxious to take her vengeance out on Wil¬
loughby in return for the defeat adminis-
Difficulties give way to diligence. Else how would Flats become Seniors?
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THE MONTH I. Y
THE big man's "right hand" is his Private Secretary.
The salary and dignity of the private secretary's posi¬
tion are in proportion to the amount of trust and
responsibility involved.
The qualifications for the position are a good all-around
education such as you are getting in high school and then
adequate, advanced business knowledge such as you can
acquire in this school which specializes in the particular
needs of high school graduates.
This school is a member of the National
Association of Accredited Commercial
Schools, which stands for a definitely high
grade of business instruction.
"It's none too soon to think of June"
DYKE SCHOOL OF BUSINESS
Anisfield Building Ninth—Prospect—Huron
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tered them by Longwood the week before.
Although handicapped by the fact that
they had had but one practice, due to the
game being arranged but the day before it
was staged, nevertheless, the Central team
handed Willoughby a beating 27-15.
The game was fast and exciting but the
team work and basket shooting of our men
were too much for the Willoughbyites.
Central's team played well, especially
Leiberman and Dobrich, while Brott starred
for Willoughby.
Willoughby—15 G. F. P.
Brott. L. F 5 1 11
Fairley, R. F 1 0 2
Henchbaugh, C 1 0 2
Cattle, L;. G 0 0 0
Wilder, R. G 0 0 0
Central—27 G. F. P.
Dobrich, L. F 3 0 6
Wolfe, R. F 3 0 6
Joe Garber, C 2 0 4
Jack Garber, L. G 1 0 2
Leiberman, R. G 4 1 9
Mrs. Jones: "You know my boy has just
joined the army."
Mrs. Smith: "Oh, then I expect he's met
my nephew ; he's in the army, too."—Ex.
Mr. W.: "What is. a circle?"
A. N.: "A round line."—Tit-Bits.
Happy Thought
"Hello, Brown. I see you've taken to
wearing glasses."
"Only in the restaurants, Old Man; they
make the portions look larger."—Ex.
"I'm"terribly worried. I wrote Jack in
my last letter to forget that I had told him
I didn't mean to reconsider my decision
not to change my mind, and he seems to
have misunderstood me."—Ex.
Veal Sandwich
Mary had a little lamb;
But though this lamb was dead,
It followed her to" school each day
Between two chunks of bread.—Ex.
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That's just how you feel when you are out with friends and cannot
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THE MONTHLY
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2481 East 55th Street
Offers unusual opportunities to those who wish thorough instruction in the
following departments:
Business or Shorthand
Individual instruction is given in Bookkeeping and Shorthand, which, with a
strong teaching force, enables pupils to finish in the shortest time possible.
Drafting-Engineering
Our Civil, Structural, Mechanical and Electrical Courses prepare boys and
young men to become satisfactory assistants to engineers and superintendents.
Central Institute is the only school in this vicinity of High School grade giving
this opportunity.
College Preparatory
Failures in our College Preparatory work are very few. On account of small
classes, the teachers get into close contact with each pupil's work, and are able
to strengthen the weak places.
If for any reason you have to quit High School, enter our Day or Evening
Classes. We assure you that you can get thorough instruction to fit yourself for
any Law, Medical, Dental or Engineering College.
Our certificate will enable you to enter college without entrance examinations.
Ask any college about students who have entered from our school.
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THE MONTHLY
Joseph D'Errico, Jr., Editor
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THE CHESTNUT BAG
Mr. B.: There was a revolution in Ger¬
many and they sent the Kaiser to H-
Holland.
For Latin students—
Student (translating): "Frena bina"?
What's that mean? "Bina" means "two"—
Mr. L. (cleverly) : And "frena" means
bits of a horse; two bits, a quarter, I
suppose.
They stood beneath the mistletoe,
He knew not what to do,
For he was only five feet tall,
And she was six feet two.—Ex.
In 12-A Geometry—
Mr. W.: If this plane cut the sphere in
this manner, what would be the shape of
the cut part?
Henry A. (after deep thought) : An egg-
shaped circle.
Overheard in Dr. Z's 12-A French class:
Translating—"He stepped on an idea and
threw himself against the staircase!"
In Chemistry—
Miss S.: "In manufacturing districts the
air is purer at night than during the day."
Sam L.: "My brother works nights and
has lost about twenty pounds."
Jacob B.: "Well, maybe he had to run
pretty far before they caught him."
Did you notice a certain bugler in Co. D
wh-o likes to wear a green bow tie? He
ought to be notified that St. Patrick's
comes but once a year.
Mr. Harris: "Sam, have you the VII hr.
off?"
Sam: "Yes."
Mr. H.: "And what have you the 1st hr?"
Sleepy Sam: "Sleep."
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THE MONTHLY
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THE MONTHLY
Student (speaking of Woodrow Wilson's
admittance to the bar)—"he entered the
bar—!"
Quitting His Job
By Eugene C. Dolson
"You worked eight years in a place, you
say;
But you quit in the end and went away.
Your leaving?—how did it come about?"
And the tramp replied, "I was pardoned
out."—Ex.
Could Be On Time
By Eugene C. Dolson
"In three hours I start on a trip," said he ;
"If you're ready then you can go with me."
She reolied, "I'll pack in five minutes or
less;
In the rest of the time perhaps I can dress."
—Ex.
Sound travels at the rate of 400 yards a
second, but these are exceptions to the rule:
Scandal: 1,000 yards a second.
Flattery: 500 yards a second.
Truth : 3 yards a second.
An alarm clock : Barely one foot.—Ex.
Dodging
"He seems to be a rather bashful young
man." -
"Very. He proposed to his girl in a
letter, and phoned her father for his con¬
sent."—Ex.
He: "Of course there's a big difference
between a botanist and a florist."
She: "Is there, really?"
He: "Yes; a botanist is one who knows
all about flowers, and a florist is one who
knows all about the price people will pay
for them."—Roller Monthly.
Ten-year-old Johnny: "Our family's full
of animals. Mother's a dear, baby's a cute
little lamb, I'm a kid, and dad's the goat."
—Judge.
Hostess: "My dear Mrs. Blank, do let
me give you more ice cream."
Guest: "Well, thanks; but just give me a
mouthful, please."
Hostess: "Bridget, fill Mrs. Blank's
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FOR HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATES
Day and Evening Sessions.
Individual and Gro
Bookkeeping and Banking.
Cost Accounting.
Business Administration. i
(degree B. C. S.)
Higher Accounting & Auditing
(for C. P. A. examination).
Normal Commercial Training
(with State certificate).
Advertising & Sales Promotion.
Business English
i Plan of Instruction
Burroughs Adding, Bookkeeping
and Calculating Machines.
Private Secretary.
Shorthand. '
Stenotypy.
Speed Dictation.
Touch Typewriting.
Spanish & South American Business.
Civil Service,
d Correspondence.
Visit or phone the school for further information
regarding the courses in which you are
interested. Office open evenings.
Dozens
of calls daily
for Spencerian Graduates
The Spencerian School
Euclid and East 18th Street
Prospect 1648. Central 4751
Chartered by the State of Ohio to confer degrees.
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THE MONTHLY
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To Settle Possible Family Arguments
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of High School age — that these clothes have the dash and
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he admires in Young Men's Clothes. And he's right—they
have.
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THE MONTHLY
High Flights in Imagination
(Continued from Page 4)
ered the pale mbon. But it still shone with
sufficient intensity to outline the sight be¬
fore me.
Enormous warriors, in fact I was espe¬
cially impressed with the immensity of
everything, stalked about, heavily armed
with silver tipped bows and arrows. As
one of them turned his face towards me,
I could distinguish a very high degree of
intelligence in it, and something else in¬
tense but undefinable—a sense of Godliness,
thrilled me with unimaginable emotions.
I had little time to note these things, for
coming towards me, in a threatening atti¬
tude was the stateliest of them all. I stared,
fascinated, at him; in the next moment his
huge tomahawk would have descended
upon me. Of a sudden, he emitted a ter¬
rible cry, half howl, half groan and slid to
the ground. The others looked up to the
moon with such an awful expression of
blank despair as I have never seen; then,
with a last horrible cry they too slipped
to the ground and I was left alone in a
city of the dead. Too surprised and as¬
tounded to move one way or the other, I
merely looked up to the sky to find the
cause of this commotion. There was the
moon, trembling fearfully, swaying back
and forth with a ghastly motion that so
acted upon my mind that my senses left me
completely.
Then I ran bewildered till I reached the
reservation, how or by whose agency, I
shall never know. Perhaps that swaying
moon had led me from that home of the
gods.
For over a week I was half unconscious
at the reservation until by the careful doc¬
toring of the Indians I could be moved
about with comfort. At the end of the
second week, I led my party of explorers
to the spot by the falls.
On the ground where, on our first ex¬
ploration, had been nothing but rocks and
undergrowth, there were dozens of those
long silvertipped arrows, some measuring
four feet, some even more.
These weapons were made of a strange
wood of peculiar toughness and pliability
and by scientific reckonings must have been
several thousand years old. Also they were
inscribed with weird figures which have
never been deciphered.
At a depth of about fifteen feet we found
the skeletons of those men I had seen, one
being nearly ten feet long. There were
many other curious things we found which
are now resting in various museums of the
world.
I have never tried to explain these un¬
canny occurrences, believing them to be
without any earthly explanation. This
much I have ascertained to be true. Back
in the reservation those weird cries had
been heard most clearly but they had con¬
strued them as the howling of the falls or
the wind. I have also discovered that my
guide had noticed the extreme agitation
not only of the moon but of the whole
planetary system. When I related what I
had seen and heard, he said very solemnly
that my tale was the sequel to the legend,
that I had seen with mortal eyes the death
of the Indian Gods. Perhaps, in a way
he was right; for who can say he was
wrong?
Sidney Friedlander, '21.
Kultur
(Continued from Page 5)
The storm had meanwhile gained in fury,
while the thunder and lightning, united,
seemed to voice the protests of the open
heavens at the foul crime committed below.
The shrieks and whistle of the raging hur¬
ricane, carried with them the faint rumble of
many footsteps . . . and noise of land¬
ing men and supplies, coming . . . .
coming ....
Jack Handelman, '19.
Disappointing Papa
Miss Prittikid: "But, father, he is a man
you can trust."
Her Pa: "Gracious, girl! What I want
is one I can borrow from.—Indianapolis
Star.
Character is the diamond that scratches every other stone
31
THE MONTHLY
YOUR BOY AND GIRL
SHOULD BE EDUCATED
TO SUPPORT THEMSELVES
The choice between success and failure is made in youth. Entering business
is possible at an earlier age than other vocations and in no field are young men
and women so well paid.
This progressive school leads in every advanced theory and practice of modern
business.
Individual instruction makes it possible for students to enter our classes at
any time.
By our graduating scholarship plan we can save you money and protect you
against time.
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