Central High School - Caldron Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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ZL?EfAf5R5f!.. geil'ifUAi Z Whipped Cream CHelen VVooding, ,215 y Mother is sick! Isn't that just aw- ful? And not a single thing prepared for my party, tomorrow night. Vtfhat will I do?', wailed Laura jordon to a group of her most intimate friends. Leave the food off the program ll, practically suggested one. Turn it into a theater party and go to Bakerls afterwards. That's the next best thing and no one will object, if you will explain, volunteered an- other. f'But I had such a nice, informal time planned. I hate to give it up, although I suppose I must, conceded Laura. 'kDon't worry! I may be able to help you. See you after Math, cheerfully called Martha Gregory, as she dashed down the hall to her next class. All right, assented Laura, for al- though Martha was the only girl in the group not attending the party, she al- ways had some surprisingly simple, workable plan for every emergency. Martha had received an invitation, as she always did from her frieurls, but since this was a Hmixedn party, she de- clined, as usual, on the assumed pre- tence of reading a book review. Martha Gregory was a healthy, lively girl, not beautiful, but attractive because of her character. She was a good dancer, above the average pianist, a fair conservationalist on her own topics, but did not enjoy what is regarded in High School circles as Hpopularityf' This can be accounted for by the fact she was really interested in only a few things, and as she had a particularly expressive face, it usually expressed boredom whenever any boy tried to become bet- ter acquainted ancl started the conver- sation on any of the usual topics. She discovered she was losing touch with her fellow students, especially the boys, but did not discover the cause. Being somewhat self-centered and therefore i'sensitive,'l she at first withdrew from some of those jolly, wholesome gather- ings and soon was surprised to find she was being left out. She was indignant that the boys were not more interested, but she eventually decided that she would prefer bearing the reputation of a man-hater, than that of a wall- Howerf' She stopped attending all such parties, but nevertheless, she yearned with all her heart to go to each one of the school functions, escorted as her friends were, particularly to the dances, and now, it was nearly time for the Commencement Dance, her commence- ment dance, and she didn't have a bid. K'W'ell, tell me all about the partyf' demanded Martha as soon as she saw her friend again. How many are com- ing? Have you any menu planned? Wfill very much have to be ordered? XVhat time do you want to serve? Tell me everything. There are sixteen coming tincluding that perfectly stunning 'new' fellow in schoolj. Mother had planned a rather nice two-course luncheon, and she's or- dered everything but the milk. I had intended to serve at eleven, but what can I do now? I can't even make salad, and Laura really was distressed. K'Mother has been teaching me how to cook, and I just love to make fancy salads and deserts. I can come over about seven and we'll get everything ready that we can, then, And if you don't serve too late. maybe mother will let me stay and fix the Ulast minutev things. It will be such fun, if nothing happens. Remember, not a word to any- one, that I am going to be there, to- morrow, cautioned Martha. Can you make 'floating island? eag- erly questioned Laura, and the planning began. as at at The next evening Martha appeared at the appointed time, in a gingham dress Page Tl: irf0Cu

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liiALrr6r,g, ..eifitvM-Q! and received our first diplomas, we thought we were in the eighth heaven of delight, but our wonderful ecstacies of delectation were sadly undermined when we entered the portals of the F. VV. H. S. We looked for the elevator and became Freshmeng we began to think we knw somthing and became Sophomoresg we knew we knew something and became Juniors, and finally we got the faculty to help us run the school and became Seniors. If we were in the eighth heaven of delight when we graduated from the grade schools, we were in at least the millionth when we passed out of our dear old high school. It was wonderful! We, the high and mighty Seniors, had completed our four years of advanced study and were ready to face the world. The rest of this editorial is entirely presumption, but it is very possible that many of us will fall from the height of heights to the depth of depths when we become college Freshmen. We will learn how to part our hair in the college style and bcome Sophc-norsg we will adopt college mannerisms and become Juniors and finally we will learn about all there is to know and become Seniors. Aboout this time our feelings will be similar to those which we had when we received our high school diplomas. They will only be more exaggerated. This period of ourilife will be the one in which we receive the greatest shock for our next step will be to embark on the stormy sea of life. Here again we will start as lowly Freshmen and will advance according to our respective abilities. As a closing word: May every member of the IQZI graduating class of the Fort Wayne High School receive a generous measure of health and good fortune and may every solitary person speedily become a Senior in the great game of life. . 11- To Poets CArletta Schmuck, y22j When one is weary and longing, And his sad heart seeks for rest, He loves to muse o'er the memories Of the poets who knew Life best. Who loved with the hearts of lovers, And lightened the world when they smiled, VVho wrote with the minds of masters And prayed with the soul of a child. Oh, would we all were poets, Inspired by so deep a truth, That we might make our mortal lives An eternal poem of youth. And might so learn to live and love, From the pattern of our dream, That we to God might dedicate Our lives-as a lovely theme! Ptlgrf TIFGITPP

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'ff'ALg'15Ri6fljQ?ggiil1NiUAi, 1 and a big, blue, cover-all apron. The girls worked hurriedly, but Martha soon discovered that her friend was right. Laura couldn't even make salad. It's seven forty-tive already. Run up stairs and change right away. They will be coming soon, suggested Martha, hoping she would soon have the kitchen to herself. But we've done so little. Do you think you can finish now?'l asked Laura, realizing her ignorance. Run along and Lloilc worry about me, said Martha, and Laura was not loathe to take her advice. The door bell rang and rang again and again, and soon it was laughter that rang through the house instead. Martha may have longed to be in the midst of the excitement, but she realized it was better to be a success in the kitchen than a failure in the drawing- room. So she steadily went about her work, doing it very efficiently, too, con- sidering the amount of practice she had had. The evening was nearly over, and everything was going splendidly in the kitchen. lNlartha was slicing the last orange when she heard a terrible crash, followed by a roar of laughter. She glanced at the door, wondering what the commotion was, when she sliced- her linger. She wondered where she could get a bandage and decided to search the cabinet drawers. just as she found a suitable cloth, she heard a gurgling noise behind her and she turned around just in time to see the chocolate boil over. She dashed over to the stove, with the cloth held high in her in- jured hand, and turned the gas so low that it went out. She attempted fran- tically to light it again, and when she did get it lit, she had turned it so high that the chocolate boiled over again, down the front of her apron this time, She was a beautiful spectacle, a drip- ping apron and a dripping finger. Someone came to the kitchen, and think- Puyff' flUIII'ff'l Il ing it was Laura, she said, Can you light the gas without getting chocolate over you?l' Surely declared a masculine voice, and Martha found a tall, good-looking young man helping her. He lit the gas as if he had had previous experience and then said, f'Can't I bandage up your finger for you? It looks as if it were badly cut? I was thirsty and Art told me there was no one out here, so I came prepared to help myself, he explained during the Utirst aid, process. 'Tm Phillip Leeds, and since I just moved here last week, Art brought me along to the party to get acquainted. I'm glad he brought you, replied Martha. You'll find the glasses on the second shelf of the cupboard. Pardon me, but it's getting so late that I must hurry on and tix the plates. Oh! Dear, I forgot the cream, and she disap- peared into the pantry, returning with a bowl of cream and an egg whip. 'Uwre you going to whip it? Let me do that to help you along, he suggested. And when he saw she was hesitating, he added: Really, I do know how. Tive helped my sister ever so many timesf' And so it was arranged. Phillip sat on a stool in one corner, whipping cream and carrying on a steady stream of re- marks while Martha Elled the plates. A friendship formed under such informal circumstances was bound to grow rapid- ly, and by the time the cream was done, he knew lXf'lartha better than he did any other girl in town. 4 Can't I lick the whip? begged Phillip. i'l've worked so hard getting it dirty, you ought not to complain when I want to clean itf' If ' . All right, go on V' and Phil began awkwardly to work. You've got some on your chinfl laughed Martha. Now, I can lick one better than that. Try it.'l And Art entered on the scene in search of the guest just in time Continued on page 198