Central High School - Blackhawk Yearbook (Davenport, IA)

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Offering needed help arc Joan Andresen. Andrea Martin, and Carol Hayden (Above). Maintenance man Charles Schmidt sweeps a night's light snowfall off of the steps before students arrive (Left). Seeking Mrs. Rosenburg’s advice arc students Kerry Richard and Vicki Spencer (Below Right). 20

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It echoes like some locker-lined slick- floored mausoleum. It's 7:05 and I think I’m the only one around here. But then I realize I'm not alone, for mixed with the sounds of my footsteps bouncing off the floor to the pipes far above — is a distant laughter from the maintenance room in the basement. The halls arc so dark; like some eternal chasm before me. There, half-hidden by blackness and lack of interest, arc portraits of those ancient, pompous men. They arc only inanimate pictures of men I don't really know much about but yet I feel as if those cold staring eyes are watching my every move. Maybe even comparing me to all others who have wandered past in years gone by. I wonder how I rate? It would be hard to judge when I think about it, there have been so many different types of peo- ple who have roamed these halls in pre- vious years. 1 feel rather insignificant and I wonder if I will be missed after I leave this place. 7:15 — I can hear the faint whistle of an unknown janitor as he flips on the main light switch. Florescent light envelops the hallway and casts an eric glow on the or- ange lockers and yellow walls. Somehow, I don't feel as desolated as before in these long empty corridors. Pulling the final touches, on Jaye’s locker arc sopho- mores Bob Sitz and Steve Lipkowitz (Above). Socializing before school, a group of students gather at the Harrison St. entrance (Below). 19

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Some faculty members must be arriving for I can hear voices drifting around the corner. They must be joking because there is laughter coming from their curved lips. I think they act this way before any students come so they don't appear to be acting silly. But they can’t fool me. I know the truth! In a few minutes all the other kids will come shuffling through the big wooden doors and up the flights of cement stairs. My peaceful solitude will come to an end. The silence will be broken by laughter, talk, and maybe even a little gossip, as everyone takes their places among one of the various groups of people that congre- gate in the halls. I myself, will probably also stop and talk with my friends until the ominous ringing of the bell invades our conversation. At this warning. I’ll make my way slowly through the semi-crowded hallway to my first period classroom. There 1 will encoun- ter more people to talk with and waste a few more moments before I sit down to a new day of learning. It appears as if band members have a hard time getting a straight seat (Above). While making his morning rounds, Mr. Gchring stops to discuss some business (Below). 21