Central High School - Centralite Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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Minutemen P. M. Ist Row: S. Rovetch, L. Sklar, R. Weinberg, L. Shreeman, F. London, J. Sky, S. Richie, 2nd Row: Mr. M. Simon, M. Krell, D. Rosenshine, J. Becker, B. Koffman, Z. Etkin, R. Shifrin, S. Kessler, 3rd Row: R. Mathis, A. Reizen, R. Rosenberg, C. Morgan, B. Shaffer, S. Levinson, M. Levenbergg 4th Row: L. Schwartz, S. Uday, S. Schubiner, S. Striks, H. Brav, S. Sarasohn, D. Shapiro. Quill and Scroll Ist Row: D. Rosenshine, R. Ziff, R. Mathis, 2nd Row: P. Brickman, R. Weinberg, R. Tintentish, G. Horwich, B. Koffman, S. Rovetch, S. Sarasohn, F. London, Mr. S. S. Fishbaine, 3rd Row: B. Rosenberg, D. Unatin, J. Mazell, M. Levenberg, S. Uday, D. Zemel, D. Shapiro, R. Levine, H. Zuger, S. Harmon, E. Levy, S. Leven- son. Minutemen A. M. lst Row: M. Spickler, D. Moss, R. Tintenfish, M. Dix, B. Bailies, F. Pradell, R. Elconin, Mr. S. S. Fish- baineg 2nd Raw: H. Salk, B. Rosen- berg, H. Gaylord, M. Goodman, D. Salzman, F. Wazeg 3rd Row: G. Krause, A. Cohn, B. McCabe, R. Cohen, A. Sokanoff, H. Moritz, P. Brickman. M hutemen 1942 was the year when America's lives were ruled by advertising slogans. They ate krackle cereals for breakfast, switched gears in the early morning rush in the tune of boxes, boxes, boxes, squared their shoulders with patriotic pride over We did it before, and we can do it again, heard baseball games with brief plays about the Flying Red Horse, and stirring melodramers by the soap for babies and the ones that keep that youthful complexion, and still others that are used by the glamorous stars of Hollywood. Sipped lingeringly over the drink that refreshes, and the one that's deliciously different. Even theinewscast was tampered with on the land, on the sea, in the air, and time local wits saluted modern design makes the big difference as the gag line of t e season. The good neighbor policy had its play in Latin-American dances-the rhumba and congag while a cooing Boise, Idaho, girl sang lyrics with the native touch. Thumbs up, V for Victory, and Keep 'Em Flying were war-time innovations. Centrals rallying cries were the Big C-E, a sizzling Our team is red hot, and the warm Fight, Fight, one heard at grid and cage games. Bellows from the mega- phones were those of Bill Lieberson, Ernie Mendelsohn, and Mickey Unger, Central's cheerleaders. But behind the roar of the capacity crowd at football and basketball games in Central were the Minutemen, shock troops of school spirit. Fall, 1941-Paul Brickmen was chairman of the A. M. groups, with Mignon Goodman as secretary. Mr. Spencer S. Fishbaine, as ever, was spark-plug for the A. M. groups, while Mr. Manuel Simon took over the P. M. salesmen. Bernice Rosenberg reaped the honors for most tickets sold at debates. Eager fans lined the bleachers in support of the grid squad. Central Student subscriptions soared. Opera tickets for Princess Ida were a sell-out. Demon ticket sellers Stephen Sarasohn and Mae Dix of the A. M. group, and Shirley Ann Levinson of the P. M. Minutemen received extra handshakes. But Minutemen were not the only ones Jon nal' I Down the narrow fjords of far-off Norway, a grim warship sped silently. A be- wildered army was taken completely by surprise and forced to lay down their arms before the lightning thrust of the invader. It didn't seem possible that the entire country had fallen. It was so swift, so simple. One day, one went to bed a free man like his brothers and fathers before him, and woke up a conquered being. With the ruthless planning that had marked the invasion, the Germans cut all communication lines, so that the world might not know the fate of this isolated country. But from some hidden spot, a lone message was tapped out and transmitted throughout the world. Its sender was Leland Stowe, veteran journalist 5 one of the men who are always on the spot, waiting for something to break. This happened many months ago. Since then, countless journalists have kept the world informed through fearlessness and flash thinking. There was William Shirer, whose Berlin Diary , frankly exposing the Nazi regime, became an American read- ing by-word. And Pierre Van Paasen, who had foreseen many of the present-day events, and who knew the characters of the world leaders from his globe-trotting days as a correspondent. John Gunther continued his cycle of books with Inside Latin America, while on the home front Dorothy Thompson, Damon Runyan, Walter Lippman, W. K. Kelsey, and Walter Winchell mapped out the editorial policy for millions of readers. In fall, solemnly, simply, the Central chapter of the Quill and Scroll initiated thirteen new members who swore to uphold forever the honors and principles of journalism. Soon after the Fall officers, Shirley Rovetch, Betty Koffman, George Horwich, Steve Sarasohn were elected. Miss Fleury, author of several children's books, including the Luckypiece, told these writers of the opportunities that lie in the Held of short stories and novels. In spring the executive positions fell to Harry Zuger, Ruth Weinberg, Madeline Levenberg, and Donald Shapiro. At this time, the journalists wrote the script for the Civilian Defense program to be presented by the Central Defense Unit. who were always on the spot . . Twenty-one

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'Pria es I 4 Falling leaves . . . falling faster . . . faster . . . just as the pages of the calendar are torn away, so do the golden tones of autumn fade into bleakness . . . as if one were about to embark on a long, dismal journey . . . a journey on which perhaps the survival of decency depends .... Autumn is almost ready to sign her name to another year . . . it is cold . . . Centralites are just a little bored. . . . What to do? . . . Ask the Science Department. Hey, Science Department, what to do? . . . I d0n't know! Hey, English Department, what to do? . . . I don't know! Hey, Music Department, what to do? . . . That's easy! Produce an opera! . . . and that is just what the Music Department did! Multitudes of Centralites thronged the Central Auditorium to witness one of the outstanding events of the musical season, Gilbert and Sullivan's tuneful operetta, Princess Ida. It is doubtful whether a Metropolitan audience could have enjoyed more those two very musical evenings on which the opera was presented, than did that audience in the auditorium. After the lively overture, the First act wastes no time in unraveling the inimitable yarn which W. S. Gilbert, alone, could have concocted. With Harlan Hudgins and Harold Landis as the two kings, and Howard Waterstone as Hilarion, Hudgins' son with a Goldilocks coiffure, the first act rambles on with a maximum of interest and is brought to a close, Mr. Koerper having done an excellent job of con- ducting, and the audience bubbling over with excitement, wondering what will happen next. And the audience is not disappointed, for the second act is truly a riot! Mr. Wells conducted this act, which is probably the meatiest of the three from a musical point of view. To begin with, the setting is an isolated university, where Marion Hall, as Princess Ida, has collected a group of females, man haters, their purpose being to live alone and like it. But when the heads of Hilarion and his two com- panions, portrayed by Danny Arnold and Bill Leever, emerge over the wall surrounding the school inhabited by the fanatic enemies of the male of the species, things start happening! Probably the most hilarious scenes in the whole production ensue as the three very masculine gentlemen don the scholastic gowns of female mem- bers of the school, assume falsetto voices, and then attempt to make everyone believe that they are girls trying to enter the university fwhich plan the boys don't seem to mind at alll. However, complications arise, and the plot becomes even thicker as the cur- tain drops on the second act. With Dr. Seitz now conducting and Mr. Berlin, as in the previous acts, at the piano, the third act involves more trouble. We see mobilizing armies and scheming conspirators in the persons of Odell Warren, Kathleen McCallum and Ruth Soifer A quasi-Wagnerian aria by Marion makes the situa- tion tense and more dramatic. The three boys on the home team take up hostilities with Marion's trio of brothers, and a grandiose fencing engagement, a la Dumas, follows. However, the pay off occurs when Marion loses her hairpins, making her look like something out of the museum of natural his- tory. Now, Marion's three brothers, ingloriously defeated, effect a musical disarmament. Hilarion, in the end, gets his girl, and the extravaganza comes to a brilliant finale, with everybody, including the audience, very, very happy. . . . A superb performance by everyone con- cerned . . . so the dismal days of winter are de- layed just a little longer .... Fall ends happily after all .... So long, Fall. Twenty three