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

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' Dear Central ' was focal point for us What does Central give to her grad- uates? She gives knowledge, and en- joyment, but she also gives something above this. Many different people of many different ethnic groups and races have gone through Central and every- one has belonged. There have been the smart people who belonged to Honor Society and others who just barely grad- uated. There have been outstanding ath- letes and others who had no physical ability. But everyone has belonged. There is a unity in Central that ties the students to each other and holds the graduates to the school later in life and many- miles away. Every one from the outstanding Blanket Man to the kid at the Sectionals who can ' t dribble a basketball can fit. The cheerleader who works himself up to a fit of frenzy and the band member who tries to play a C sharp and ends up with an E flat fits. The Christmas pageant of days gone by fits right along with the junior Prom Court. The past is a part of the present and the present belongs with the past. It fits. Fitzhugh Lyons, class of 1930, was a Blanket- man. The 1938-39 Marching Tiger Band kept up the high stepping tradition of Central music. The Christmas play in 1924 was one of the many times when the Centralites came together and showed that their school meant much to them.

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;820 The beginning of our end . . . We, of Central, are sad and happy — At the same time. Happv for the end of the school term ; Sad for the end of Central. Does anyone, other than us. care? We can scream until we are hoarse — Write until our brains are exhausted — But is it any good? Will anyone understand? Will it keep the memory of Central alive? How can we capture the spirit of Central? A student ' s pride — The stately regality of age. Knowing that it was first to be here But that it will be first to cease. Tomorrow, the old spirit will be gone. Central High School, as we have had it. Will exist no longer. It will be merely a piece of history To forthcoming generations. But if anyone cares enough to listen We can tell them. We must try to express ourselves — Maybe somebody will listen And understand how we feel. If we can but capture the emotion And write it down Someone will read it. and feel it. You never know how much you love something Until it is taken away. And so it is with us. This is the be rinnine of the end.

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Harold McMillen and Leonard Scott kept the cheering going back in 1923-24 when the Tigers were a state wide sports power as they were to the finish. The 1947 Awards assembly gave the people who worked hard their recognition.