Central School - Deeds and Misdeeds Yearbook (Decatur, IN)

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18 DEEDS AND MISDEEDS Girls’ Basketball Team Everyone looked with sadness up¬ on the closing of the basketball sea¬ son, but like all enjoyable things, there had to be an end. With the past semester’s experience for our new players we are looking forward to a brilliant future. Warm weather now turned our at¬ tention to the events of field and track. The date of April 25, was set for our field meet and our play¬ ground was turned over to the “thinly clads’’ so that they might get in trim for this event. Each in¬ dividual was allowed to enter in any three events and the winner in al¬ most every event was pushed to his limit. John Dierkes and C. Reynolds tied for high honors in 7th and 8tli grade meet each taking three firsts and scoring 15 points each, John Aber being third with 8 points. In the 5th and 6th grade meet J. Rienhard was first with 12 points, W. Lough second with 11 points and R. Ladd third with 8 points. We are finishing up our athletic year with a pl.ay-ground-baseball tournament. Six teams have been picked and the winner will be deter¬ mined by elimination. Our past, year’s record has been the source of much pleasure to us.

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DEEDS AND MISDEEDS 17 . .hi ih ' Boys’ Basketball Team and 0. Johnston, with which we won three out of five games. Games:- Central, 9; Catholic,8th Grade, 6. Central, 19; Midgets, 8. Central, 13; Linn Grove 8th Grade, 12 . Central, 17; Midgets, 20. Oenrtal, 8; Huntington, 17. The second term our team was fast but decidedly outweighed in most every contest being composed of: Capt. C. Reynolds, R. Stoneburner, C. Brandyberry, C. Earhart, R. Kiess, E. Brown, C. Gerber, and J. Dierkes. Second Semester Games :- Central, 20; Catholic 8th Grade, Central, 9; Linn Grove, 30. Central, 13; Midgets, 10. Central, 18; Huntington, 21. Central, 15; Catholic 8th Grade, 18. Although our school semester re¬ cord was not quite so brilliant as the first, we were just as proud of our team and their scores are representa¬ tive of many closely contested games in which the scores were undecided until the final whistle.

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DEEDS AND MISDEEDS 19 WHY SHOULD ONE TRAVEL? In tlie first place, traveling brings to one a realization of the true nature of God ' s creation, which is impossible when one lives his life in so-called seclusion—never peeping beyond his little border line of neigh¬ borhood, county, or state. Some of the wonders of nature, like the Grand Canyon of the Colorado, the awe-in¬ spiring scenery of the Canadian Rockies, the great expanse of ocean the desert, and hundreds of other things, never brought to the view of people in some parts of the earth, are sights so grand and magnificent that they are indescribable as the eye of the beholder alone can bear witness. In the second place traveling is an educational process, and he who has tried it is convinced of the fact that it excels in many respects the methods of a regular school. To the tourist the map ceases to be a blank with so many lines and dots; border lines, custom houses and time belts are no longer insoluble puzzles. The people he meets are not always the type he has been accustomed to, but rather a mixture of all colors, nation¬ alities, beliefs and ideas, and they willing and inclined to exchange their ideas, thereby unconsciously giving the fortunate tourist a prac¬ tical course in psychology, geography, history, economics and nature; yes and I dare say in mathematics, for should he forget to figure, hungry and helpless lie would be. However the reader may feel assured that even though it takes a little time and money to tour, a vacation thus spent brings a combination of pleasure, education, and culture acquired in no other way, and certainly not at so low a cost and in so short a time. It is my earnest hope that some reader of these few lines may re¬ ceive enough inspiration to save his pennies and to prove the experiment for himself. —MISS MUTSCHLER - » - A PROBLEM I saw an earthworm in a glade, Upon a summer day, Bisected with a garden spade, And both halves crawled away! The thing both shocked and puzzled me As I stood there, because I could but wonder which was he, And which the other was. A moment gone these worms were one, Sent forth to writhe and squirm; A daughter, or perhaps a son, Of some fond mother worm, Possessing but a single brain Their entities to sway, But suddenly they-re cleft in twain And each half goes its way. Which is the worm, and which the tail? Such questions oft must spring Down deep within them to assail Each section of the thing. As, hidden from the light of day, Curled up in clods they sit, Should one — as I do — call them they, Or should he call it it? And in the future if they meet Upon some mossy lea Do you suppose that they would greet Themselves with: “Morning, Me!”? Most puzzles ’neath the shining sun May be resolved, no doubt, But I submit that here is one That can’t be figured out!