That First Day of C.Z.H.S.
By Yolanda Faure.

On December 9th, 1909, the high school was consolidated.  It was a memorable day.  Now, instead of going only to Culebra to school, we, from fartherest up the "line" had to go all the way to Colon, thirty five miles and even farther for some of us.

Naturally, everyone was excited.  At every station out popped from windows a score of heads to see if any more pupils got on the train.  And then the comments as each new one piled on:  "Doesn't she look funny?" or "I wonder if she's nice."  Every station meant more popping out of heads and more comments.  Finally we reached Colon and not knowing where the school was, following meekly the lead of the wiser ones up the street and to the palm lined avenues of Cristobal-town.

Then we ventured into the real High School and thought of how great it was when it really was only the second floor of the Cristobal school building converted into form, adequate to the changed conditions.  We met the teachers, wondering if this one or that were strict or lenient, and so on through the interesting afternoon.  Soon it came train time with the ride back home and more comments on pupils and teachers.

Then, that night in every pupil's home one could hear nothing but of how wonderful that school was with its lots of pupils and teachers.

And now that the year is almost at its close and we know each other we look back on that first day and think of all the good times we have had since then.  Now, some of the girls of whom we have made the worst remarks, are our best friends; we hate to leave them for even three short months.  Instead of looking out of the car windows to see if there are any new pupils to criticize, we look for the old familiar faces and quickly call them to a spare seat with us, if perchance there happens to be one.

A High School Students Soliloquy
Charlotte F. Jadwin, '12.

All the world's a school,
And all the men and women merely students:
They have their studies and their recitations;
And one student in his time recites many lessons.
His classes being seven ages.  As, first, the child.
Playing and singing in the kindergarten room;
And then the whining schoolboy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like a snail
To the Grammar school; And then the Freshman,
In High School, with a woeful ballad
Made to "X, The Unknown Quantity:" Then the
Full of strange knowledge and learned as the
Cheerfully declaring that one half times zero
       equals one half.
Even in the Math professor's presence.  And then
       the Junior,
In care-free mood with self-importance well filled.
But without responsibility grave and serious.
And so he plays his part:  The sixty age shifts
Into the important and dignified Senior.
With his diploma and graduation in sight;
His youthful knowledge, well saved, is, at last,
By his much educated brain; Last scene of all.
That ends this strange eventful history.
Is occupied by the college-bred Faculty,
With eyes to see us, with ears to hear us,
And everything, in fact, with which to torment us.

In The Future:- A Pipe Dream
Cornelius Jadwin

In the next century or two the Canal Zone Government intends to build a large balloon which will be large enough to accomodate all the pupils of the high school.  In October this balloon will cross the Isthmus and gather up all the pupils of the high school.  It will be something like a boarding schools, because all the pupils will live in it during the whole term.  From October to July we will go traveling all over the world in it.  We will visit Europe, Asia, Africa, America, Austrailia and above all, the north and south poles.  At one end of the car will be an observation porch.  The history and phys. geography classes will have their lessons out there.

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