Charles City High School - Ce Ce Hi Yearbook (Charles City, IA)

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STUDENT GOVERNMENT ' N October first we set sail for our yearly cruise. A husky crew assembled ? on the cruiser and welcomed the officers and newcomers. Our course had been carefully mapped out, and we looked forward to our voyage with eagerness. Our cruise started off well, for we had the weather and the wind helping us along. The new admiral, ofiicers, and ensigns Worked as one, the crew responded to every bell. VVe met with some rough seas, and sometimes our horizon was obscured in dark menacing clouds. Every now and then members of the crew had to be docked for misbehavior. However, because all of our crew were true seamen understanding the absolute importance of cooperation and loyalty, we found their misdemeanors were easy to overlook. Launching a new ship-yes, this is the way we have looked on our school government this year. The Student Government Board approached the management of the school from a new angle. The executive body has been made up of three faculty advisers, three officers, and a representative from each class. We approach the goal with a feeling of confidence and good fortune. This maiden voyage has meant a great deal to those of us who will not be on the next one. We know that our ensigns will make splendid officers and the new crew will again prove themselves worthy seamen on the next Greenwood Cruise. R. ELcocK VI c.P. THE STUDENT GOVERNMENT BOARD Page Six

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- fl lit I N SPORTS ' i HE Greenwood Lock awoke with a start at the shrill sound of a whistle. Glancinff sleepily around he found himself perched on the goal cage, with 3 ?' crowds of green-clad Hgures running around the field. Very much I t l I ' o 1 I I IK P!! perplexed he flew swiftly to join his friend, Dinah, on the sidelines. Is it a war. he cried. Dinah shook her wise old head. Not yetf' she replied. The Garrison game isnlt 'til tomorrow. They are just practicing nowf' VVhat do you mean? the Cock said indignantly. VVar is no gamef, fl 7 ,H Dinah giggled. They re playing hockey, she informed him. She pointed her grimy paw. That's the team. Miss Sullivan has been training them for L ' weeks. . nh. c ,,1,:,.1 Is tomorrow their first battle? The Cock's - -f', fL'V' . eyes gleamed with excitment. Dinah quickly assured him that it was not. . ' . They have already played Oldfields and Roland ,. ' r ' 5 4 ,idi ' 'R...'L' ' '53 K. 'Aix 1 K K x ff K n' i Af' 3 163 X 1- Park, she explained. They came out with a victory i it: U over Gldfields, but Roland Park was a woof of a team and, after quite a struggle, finally got the bonef, The Cock watched the team approvingly as they passed the ball down the field. They looked fully competent to uphold Greenwood's honor. Yea, Greenwoodln crowed the Cock, as he trudged up the hill, preparing himself for the next day, when the Greenwood team would meet their oldest rivals in the season's fiercest battle. It seemed no time at all before the Cock found himself being whirled into the 5 Y Kllf - H : Au ills! team Greenwood must beat them as it had in hockey People shouted until he was panicky in the confusion No sooner had he found 1 chur on which to perch than the game was on He crowed enthusiastically for Greenwood s team as they struff ffled with their adversaries As it neared the end the score was almost even, but when the whistle blew Greenwood had won. The Cock flapped his wings with delight, for Greenwood was again un- defeated for the basketball season. As he strutted out of the gym, he felt confident that they would gfm b an excited crowd of cheering Greenwood spectators. He recognized the P bright blue tunics of Garrison Forest's basketball ' K a 1 I ' L I . -V' Vu x . K K I , - 3 ' . . 2 2 ' I . ' 1 ' 1 A .,LQ g ,. . ' .. . 5 M . 4 g . 1 . . 1 1 , ' E 'll -,also fight as ably against their tennis opponents as they had their basketball rivals. A. TEAL AND B. GILLESPIE V. Page Eight