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

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ENTIRE BASKETBALL SQUAD Top row-Miss Soderlund, D. Johnson, F. Tucker, V. Schweizer, M. Bradtmiller, V. Brittenham. Second row-D. B. Ganther, H. David, M. Klaehn, J. James, R. Aldred. Third row-B. VanArnam, H. Dessauer, F. Rhine, M. Ferguson, M. Weaver, L. Wilcox, C. LaPre1l, N. Hughes, D. Seibert. ' Fourth row-M. Masterson, J. Wilson, V. Wyrick, M. McDowell, V. Doenges, R. Schwabe, B. Ayres, F. Koegal. Fifth 'row-J. Bradtmiller, B. Reim, L. Schultz, N. Miller, M. Buesching, P. Speith. Played Won Lost Pct. Frosh 6 6 0 1.000 Sophs 6 3 3 .500 Seniors 6 2 4 .333 Juniors 6 1 5 .167 Immediately following this inter-class tournament was an inter- school tournament of which the Central girls were the Winners. The standing in this tournament was as follows: VVon Lost Tied Central 4 3 O No. Side 2 3 1 So. Side 3 3 1 Page 115

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FRESHMAN CHAMPION BASKETBALL TEAM Top rozvAD. B. Ganther, M. Bradtmiller, D. Johnson, J. James, R. Aldred. Sccmzcl row-H, David, M. Klaehn, F. Tucker, V. Schweizer GIRLS' BASKETBALL . One of the most brilliant and interesting seasons for the Central girls basketball games closed with the 1928 season. At the beginning of the season the inter-class tournament was held. Each class played every other class twice, ending with the Frosh as the winners of the tourney. In all the games there was much feeling and interest, but especially did the spirit show up in the Freshman games. The reason was that at the beginning of the season the freshmen showed a tendency of being the strongest team. All the teams worked hard. The sophomores excelled in an eye for the basket, the Juniors in guarding, and the Seniors in their co-operation. But the Frosh played through, taking the tourney by their intense fighting spirit. Winning the tourney gave them the honor of having their numeral put on the Marcella Koerber cup. The results of the tournament were: Page 114

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THE QUEST GF DON AXOTI Garbed to the teeth with manuscripts, our hero enters the first page of real life, because today, the day of days, he was to enter the portals of Central High School. With his mind set to conquer all obstacles, and to be the valedictorian of the graduating class of '56, as it was now the year of cur dear seniors of '28, he entered. Entering the main lobby and climbing the center stairs into the first floor hall, he was greeted with a sight seen seldom in the best three ring circuses-the tallest and shortest senior girls in the world. To some one who was intimately acquainted with the students, they would be called only Preece or Sheik and the Grocery Girl Hurwitz. The author now broke the lead pencil and you will have to wait while he changes it. Hang on tight. Well, that is done. Here we go again. Tighten up your stirrups and blow your nose hard, Don, and hit low and hard. Bucking a flow or outrush of students as it was now lunch period, our hero reaches the end of a row of lockers on the bottom floor. But ah! Our hero is brave or foolish, take it as you will: and he continued onward. Now came the barrier of our hero's young life for he was now at the foot of the center stairs. His masculine stature looked puny in comparison with these giants of strength. Such physique have never before been gathered together at the foot of one stairway. Several remarks he heard while passing through these ranks were: t'Don't push so hard, shag! Good old Eddie . But since the speaker talked so fast he took it for grant- ed that he was in a foreign land. Up the center stairs he flew, not once did his feet touch the marble. My. he thought what masses of plebians these students are. He ascended to the tunes of 'Tll Climb the Ladder to Heaven , as someone was playing this on the second floor. He reached the auditorium. There he heard questions cussed and dis- cussed with such elastic and bombastic delivery that he thought, My, what a pedagogue these poor pupils have ruling over them . Farther down the hall he saw a room which he immediately surmised must be the center of all commands and communications. In and out wires ran and our poor hero became frightened because freshmen were in there trying out foun- tain pens, ramming them into their already overloaded pockets. He was easily set at rest when he learned that this was the lost and found de- partment of the office. Our explorer then came to the end of the hall and turned right. No guessing was necessary. He instantly realized that he was in the cubby- hole where the janitor empties the waste basket. But oh, again he was wrong. It was only the publications office and in the center of all activi- ties was a fellow of high forehead and wooly head engaged in the elite game of checkers. Storm and strife had no effect on him. Our warrier then proceeded to the third floor, but after not more than a second there, he was forced to depart because of the smell of putriiied eggs. But should we say he was wrong again? No! The error was only slight. The chemistry prof Dilts was merely manufacturing perfume of hydrogen sulphate. He lowered his visor, turned his heels and fled saying as he departed, Brave and fearless must be these students who for the sake of knowledge endure the wrath of an angered sulphate god. -Sol Rothberg, '28 Page 116