Harrisburg Central High School - Yearbook (Harrisburg, PA)

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'ed PCI Vs CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL GLASS CPOEM Whatever the days of our school life have meant, This day is the dawning of a new event In our lives: we cease to be students of Central High. We are standing at the portal of a new life Watching the glorious sunrise, the beauteous dawning Awaiting a ray of light to direct us,- To light our path which we will follow while mortals. This New Life has meted out to each one Success, however great or small it may be, If each is only willing to search for her own share. Armed are we with Knowledgeg girded for the day When we shall End Victory in the midst of Life's fray. This sunrise at dawning is so bright to our eyes That the sunset at eve will stain all the skies. Tho' the dawn of another day shall appear, The stain of that sunset will ever remain As a guidance to those who search for success And who wish to imprint a guidance for others As the Midyears of Twentyfsix had done to these. Each one of this class is destined to glorify Central's name Not in vain will she seek her share of life's wealth Nor in vain will she have her share of life's toil. Tho' sometimes the pathway will seem steepg the travel slow Gradually she'll near her treasure step by step from vales below BETTY JACOBY, Class Poet TEN

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.64 Dis CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL GLASS HISTORY wAs awakened from my dreams by a dazzling light. Before my eyes was a broad marble stairway, shining and beautiful. At the summit in a brilliant haze some maidens clad in ray robes were receiving scrolls of parchf ment. The reaization came to me that these were the stairs which we of the Midyear Class of 199.6 had climbed since we entered the highfschool world, guided by our motf to: Step by step. As I started to refclimb the stairs, the experiences and feelings of the former years came back to me. On a sunny September afternoon we, as sophomores with half of our year completed, entered Central. For many of us this was the Hrst sight of the interior of Central. We compared it with the junior high schools. We found Central disgusting. Perhaps this attitude was taken to disguise our real feeling of insignificance and awe. We passed this time as all sophomores have from time im' memorial, reveling in the thought that sometime we would be powerful, dignified seniors. February came. Something was in the air. There was a rumor that we would be sent to William Penn! Miracles came to pass. We were installed in the new shops We had now progressed a step, we were juniors. We organized our class. The pilots of our junior craft were Ruth Kapner, president, Evelyn Smith, vicefpresident, Dorothy Smith, secretary, and Elva Warfield, treasurer. Our beloved adviser was Miss Anne M. Roddy. After months filled with memories of mud, cinders and work, June came. We held our first class picnic at Her' shey. Our gay time was marred only by rain and detours. Reunited once more in September, we introduced our Midfyear Buzz. This paper, edited by our capable Pauline Frederick and her assistants, was noted for its editorials and jokes. After much discussion, the class colors, orchid and green, were selected. The dainty sweet pea became our class flower. We chose our rings and pins, guided by the idea of originality. - As we were approaching our senior year, the need for funds was reco nized. A bake sale was held. The stu' dents who acteg as salesgirls will remember this sale not by the profits realized but by their cold, aching limbs, for as fate had it, that Saturday was the coldest in the year. P0 PS TWELVE