Harrisburg Central High School - Yearbook (Harrisburg, PA)

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94 96. COMMENCEMENT ARGUS Once more we were transferred, this time back to time' honored Central. We were now seniors, dignified QD and purposeful. With energetic Pauline Frederick as Presif dent, Marion Early, vicefpresident, Dorothy Smith, secref tary, and Ruth West, treasurer, we had an eventful year. Because of the transfer we were compelled to elect a new class adviser. We chose the sweetestfdispositioned little lady at Central, Miss Mary C. Orth. We shall never forget, however, our Miss Anne Roddy, nor shall we ever cease to be grateful to her for her struggles for us during our junior year. We first came into the limelight when Mary Heisley and Mary Formwalt won the Hrst and second prizes respectively in the history contest of the Daughters of 1812. Crossfword puzzles! These were magic words. No Midf year of '26 will ever forget that CrossfWord Puzzle Bazaar. june came again. We had our second class picnic at Hershey. Helen Wills would have marvelled at the swift tennis matches. Graceful mermaids were in evidence also. We discovered several champions to challenge Nurmi. We were certainly not dignihed that day. September came once more. We had at last attained our goal, to be the highest class in Central. Polly was still our president. Naomi Levinson was our vicefpresident, Dorothy Threlfall, our secretary, and untiring Ruth West, our treasurer. Committees upon committees were appointed. The result of one of these groups was the class play, a dazzling success. A writefup appeared on the front page of a Harrisburg paper, not so much because of the actors, although they were wonderful, but because of a fire which broke out during the play. Nature had found the best way to advertise. Little Mrs. Cumming will never be forgotten. Then, leading up to a climax, came our classfday program, our exciting trip to Washington, our banquet and dance, and then Commencement itself, where Mary Formwalt, valedictorian, and Mary Heisley, salutatorian, addressed the audience. , Thus, we Midyears of '26 have climbed the glittering stairway, Step by Step to its brilliant heights. Central may disappear, William Penn and john Harris may take its place, but never shall the memory of Central perish from our mmds' MARY V. FORMWALT, Class Historian THIRTEEN

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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

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PQ 9'-B CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL GLASS QJROPHECY N January 9.9, 1936, an airplane, painted a dull gray with a vivid orange propeller, orangeftipped wings, and orange upholstered seats, gaily wings its way over the vast American continent. Its much befgog led pilot is covering sheet after sheet of notepaper with lines of hardlyflegible, scrawled writing. The first sheet is headed What Has Become of My Quondam Classmates Ten Years after Graduation? Now the pilot is gazing intently through a long tube at a vast crowd of people below. She writes: 'Dode' Critchheld is jockey of 'Flee', raceftrack favorite and win' ner of the twenty thousand dollar purse. Attending the race are Ruthie West, accompanied by a burly sternfjawed pugilist, her fiance, Betty Jacoby who from her concentrated application to her notebook and pencil must be the farffamed sportfpage reporter of the Time and Space, and 'Shorty' Yeagley, the now famous leader of Newport's fashionable set, attired in a stunning sport suit of mauve organdyf' The plane makes a sudden swoop downwards and circles slowly around a domed building. The story continues: Marie Freedman is attending the Congress of Famous Linguists held in New York. Here also is the office of Blanche Isele, the busif ness manager of the revue Snaky Stuff in which Zoe Troxell is creating a great sensation by her introduction of the Russian ballet. On a steamer lying at anchor I notice Leah Sleigh, president of the Irish Free State, who has just completed diplomatic relations with the United States, 'Mil' Hause, sailing to teach art to the African aborf igines, 'Glen' Dill, chef of a chain of hotels from Carlisle to Harrisf burg, who is trying to discover a new continent, and- Here the machine does the loopfthefloop and in consequence the writing becomes more hieroglyphic-like- -The general of the American Army, Helen Macdonald. At this point another plane collides with the gray and orange and this dialogue ensues: Great Scott! Can't you keep to the right, you -why, 'Dot' Barnes, how are you? Oh! So it's you! I'm going to Florida to see if those lots I bought in '26 have appeared above water yet. Spd D99 FOURTEEN