Harrisburg Central High School - Yearbook (Harrisburg, PA)

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ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIH Fourt IlIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllIlillllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllVII1IIIIllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIllllllllllllllIll!IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllll Class History 'txgslgggg HERE are many ways of forctelling the future, but only history Y fn can unravel the web of the past. Therefore, hearken, all ye follow- ers of '23, to the revelation of by-gone days spent profitably and M happily under the shelter of dear old Central! The veil of eventide was slowly obscuring the crimson skyhas a craft made its way into the darkening shadows. Mingling with - the sweet June air appeared these vivid memories of the successful course of the Brown and Gold :- Once again I see you-a Sophomore class. wandering with a feeling of discomfort, through strange corridors yourselves to the mysteries of a new school. How strange lines of girls marching to classes! Instead there were scattered groups of buoyant girls hurrying to study hall or recitation. The spark of your Junior High School spirit began to f'lame as you overcame the obstacles in your eager attempt to be- come a part of Central. Timidity gradually wore off when you no longer found need of mentally rehearsing what corner had to be turned to reach the biology or Latin roomg and by the end of the first term, every girl's ear was carefully trained to the shrill ring of an alarm clock. Walls that at first loomed uneonquerable now seemed less formidable, and you successfully completed one third of your course. As this scene from memory slowly fades it is replaced by one more colorful. With an exultant feeling of being at home, you returned to assume the' role of Juniors with the rights of class organization. ln a. short time pins and rings of dainty design gleamed from the dresses and fingers of the girls and the Brown and G-old took its place beside the Blue and Gray. The first step was well taken in choosing Aumiller to steer the stormy course, and wisdom was equally dis- played in the election returns which disclosed a capable body of officers: first term president, Helen Graeff, vice-president, Pauline Huntsbergerg secretary, Emma Spence, treasurer, Mariea Baum. Second term, further proved good judg- ment in choice' of officers: President, Helen Graeff, vice-president, Dorothy Saul, secretary, Emma Spence, treasurer, Minerva Bernhardt. A buzz of Ml told you son filled the air when Minerva Bernhardt, Margaret Chambers, Emma Spence and Marian Oehme received the prizes for the highest standing in Sophomore subjects. The Junior Glee Club found favor and the hopelessly and fearfully, , attempting to accustom to view no orderly, sober contestants in the Samuel W. Kunkel contest displayed qualities of oratory well worthy of mention. Parties, in which 'teatsl' played no small part, led us into realms of gayeties. The Junior year was brought to an auspicious close with a big hike. The memory of at profitable Junior year was followed by one more glorious. The year of all years approached with undue rapidity. The Senior year was launched with vim and enthusiasm. The choice of officers may rightfully be marked Hefficientw for Ellen Holbert, president, Elsie Dare, vice-president, Minerva Bernhardt, secretary and Alice Derrickson, treasurer, proved their worth in guiding efficiently the course of affairs for the first term. Miss Swartz was wisely chosen class advisor. It was by hcr untiring efforts that our class sailed smoothly over troubled waters. The Student Council were energetic in starting the school year off by giving a social affair. The auditorium was filled to capacity with Centralites, all heartily enjoying the Get-to-getherl' party. The Student Council with its fine body of officers, Emma Spence, president, lda Gross, vice-president, Marjorie Russ, sec- retary, successfully strove to bring honor and glory not only to the class but to Central. Another gala event was the senior class party. The auditorium was appropriately decorated for a Valentine party and after a delightful allegorical play, which was beautifully given, every senior enjoyed a delicious picnic luncheon. 0077, l IIIIIIIIIIHIHIIIIIIIllllllllllllllIIIIIlllIllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllIIIllIIIlIIllIlllllllIIllIIlllIlllllllIllIlllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIlIIIlIIIIIIIllIIlIIIIIIIIIIllIIllIIIIIIIIHIIIlllIIIIHIllIIIIIIIIIIHHIIIIIHII