Lima Central Catholic High School - Flame Yearbook (Lima, OH)

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Sendfe SENATE President - - - Robert Ashba Vice President - - William Reid Treasurer - Arthur D. Bartlett Clerk - - - David Jenkins Sergeant-at-arms - - James Hughes Advisor - - Mr. William Taylor i'Senators, quiet! demanded a loud voice. Say--who is the sergeant-at-arms? Yes, I know you're a Republican, but you can have the floor later. Give me that gavel. Will the meeting please come to order. Ah-that's better, Proceed to read the minutes, Mr. Secretary. What is going on in Room, 3Ol? I thought this was Central High, but it sounds more like the Senate Chamber in Washington. Somebody is demanding to have the floor. What does he want with the floor, anyway? Here they go again. Are there any additions or corrections to be,made in the minutes? Good-they stand approved, Say-you Democrats over in the corner. we haven't started to filibuster yet- quiet! CDid he say filibuster? Gee. I must be in Vilashingtonl Fellow senators, the topic for today is: The United States Government should abolish the Electoral College. What stand is each party taking? Hmm-I'm rather glad I slipped in. Looks like there will be plenty of fireworks going on for the next forty minutes. There goes a senator-I think that's what they call each other -striding up to the front. Sure looks important. doesn't he. Mr. President and Fellow Senators, I am taking the negative stand. CLong pausej. Our party believes that without the Electoral College, our government would- b k I demand the floor, Mr. President. This is outrageous. Think what the country would e li e if- Quiet, please. The senator from Oregon has the fioorf' Well, what do you know. I'm beginning to see the dawn. I must be in the Senate Club. Oh-I think their president is going to say something again. Fellow Senators, you have very capably handled the question. I now call for a vote on the problem. , You can hear a pin drop. Hmm--wonder which way I should vote? Say-he passed my vote right up. Help-the awful truth-there has never been a woman in the Senate Club for all of its twenty-six years. I think I'll slip out while I'm in one piece. What's that the presi- dent said? Oh-the meeting is adjourned. VJell, after this l'll know better than to put my nose in Room 301 during a club period. DOROTHY KOEHLER Skaffhg dab SKATING CLUB President - - - Don McKinley Secretary and Treasurer - Barbara Seiser Reporter - - - Dorothy Gierhart Advisor - - Mr. Gordon Bartter With eager expectant eyes, she ran up to the roller skating rink, As she entered the Vast room, her eyes darted over the heads of other people and rested on the graceful skaters, Her long visualized dream wasi to come true. She was going to skate. CSo she thoughtj. Grasping her skates in her hands, she made her way to a bench and prepared to put them on. After carefully fastening her skates, with an exalted look, she stood up. Then with an empty stomach she sat down. Somehow all was not well. The floor was too slippery. Gathering the fragments of her courage, she again attempted to stand up. Finally succeeding, she hesitantly made her way to the Hoor. Oops! She and the floor struck up a great friendship. After being politely introduced to a resounding thump, she arose and gritted her teeth for the ordeal that was to come. f First the right foot: then the left. That was it! It really was very simple after the first ew steps. Slowly she progressed. But alas! Again she met the oilor. In fact, the floor became very persistent about these introductions. After circling the rink several times she decided to add a little to her accomplishments. Carefully she debated whether it should be a Hgure eight or a one-foot stand. Deciding upon the latter, she began to slowly raise her foot. If Sonja Heine could, do it on ice skates, why couldn't she with four good wheels under each foot? Shall we leave her now with raised foot? After all, we do know the consequences, don't we? DEANA FILLIPS -l25-

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lndasfrfhl Arts and Model Airplane Hubs AIRPLANE CLUB President ---- Merlin Dull Vice President - - Earl Dillehay Secretary - - - Jack Mohr Associates Secretary - - Tom Myers Treasurer - - Leon Dunning Advsior - - Mr. E. Clark Because of the interest in airplanes, the members of the Industrial Arts Club decided to' be- come a part of the Airplane Club. One of the members had a strange tale to relate. It seems that he had entered his room and heard one of his airplanes airing its views. Its conversation was this. Cavalier is my name. What's yours? I'm a sm-o-o-th red endurance plane. I've been bumped, plugged, rattled, and l've even crashed. I have been through all sorts of crises, but my lettering hasn't even been scretched. This shelf is getting dusty. In fact, I am too. What if I die? That would be a catas- trophe. Who would remember me? Ah! What a life I have led. It would be a pity if I were forgotten. My lovely life would not even be a memory. What shall I do to avert this danger? Let's see: ,, I was born in a factory. My crib was a dandy cardboard box and the blanket was the plans. What a wonderful childhood I had playing with my friends in a corner of the factory. But fate stepped in. CWhat's an autobiography without a little sadness?j Faithful fate came to me in the form of two men and a truck. They grabbed me and some of my friends and threw us into their truck. Soon we were bumping along the highway, feeling like a student of Central after the noon bell has rung. Through the night we rode in that merciless truck. Dawn found us being unloaded into one of those elevators that sink down below the sidewalk. Endless days in a stuffy storeroom followed. At last, a light! I was pulled off the stock and taken upstairs. Soon I found myself on a counter under some other plane kits. Struggling for a peep of my surroundings, I discovered that I was at a hardware store. Then I saw a boy approaching the counter. He asked for an airplane kit. In vain I kept pushing myself up, but the planes on top were too heavy. Anguished days of wiating followed. My heart would jump into the propeller and then play hopskotch on my ribs. At last Fate played hookey one day and I became a proud owner. I was taken to a club meeting and pulled out of my box. Slowly my bulkheads, ribs, stringers, and braces were shaped into my skeleton. I was planked with balsa and covered with silkspar. After being carefully lettered and painted, I was taken out to the airport for a test flight. Several other planes were tried, and then my owner tuned me up and then yelled, all set , and off I went. First, I soared up, up! I felt like a bird freed from a cage. Then to please my master, I made aloop, a dandy loop. Finally I went into a power dive. Down I went with the rush of air whistling past me. I began to get dizzy. The ground kept playing tag. My funeral was brief. My owner tenderly picked me up Cin pieces, of coursej and put me in my box. He lovingly held me as we left the airport. Upon reaching home, sniff! he brushed his sleeve across his eyes. Sniff! He took one last long look at my broken remains. Sniffl Say, what is this? I'm still alivef My emotions have carried me beyond the present. I better get back on the beam! Oh gee! I'm in a rut! I've lost my creative mood. Oh, well! I'll stock up for another day. DEANA FILLIPS -127-