Madison Central High School - Tychoberahn Yearbook (Madison, WI)

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History of 75he Cla.ss of 03 On a sunny morning, that, of the eleventh of September, 1899, there issued from the wildernesses that terminate at the four sides of the eapitol park, a band of savages. All were bound for one destination, that which is sought by all ambitious souls,—The Madison High School. With open mouths came they and with stumbling steps, drinking in the novelty of their surroundings and trying vainly not to appear green. Some long of limb, others short of trousers, they made a motley gathering, grouped on the steps before the great front door that was about to admit them to four long years of tests, flunks and interviews in the office. The bell rang, the door opened and they entered into the Halls of Knowledge and hatpegs. After wandering helplessly about for a time, they were gathered and tucked into the old main room where, when instructions and much good advice had been received, they were told to comeagain, and dismissed. The way in which they were treated at the beginning was slightly disturbing to the Freshman peace of mind, for a Freshman, (however differently he may suppose), is gifted with but a piece of mind, which developes as he grows older. If they had congratulated themselves upon knowing anything when they had entered High School, they were speedily undeceived. Convinced that only Sophs, are vile, they determined to redeem themselves if possible from their degraded position, by a persistent effort. Playing tag with the class rooms at first, and chagrined to find it was generally they who were IT, they settled down to hard work, growing daily more sedate and wondering vaguely how a dog, wandering anywhere in the vicinity of the High School, could still retain enough levity of spirit to wag his tail. At last there came a day in June; and what is so rare as that particular day in .June, wnich comes but four times in the whole High School course! Then, if they had been diligent, they might hold up their heads and, for the first time in a year, look the whole world in the face and cry with a voice of gladness born of a joyful heart, “We are Sophomores!” Yes we are Sophomores, We are aware of the fact and so are the Freshmen. Diligent, non rough-housing, of the brilliant class of 1903—we are Sophomores. And next year, by the grace of our teachers, we shall be Juniors. 17

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Sophomore Girl. Here we have a “Maid of Note” Well skilled in that occupation And we, in our admiration, On her missives “simply dote.” Beauty, wit, and fascination Prom her lovely presence float. Object of our adoration Hail to you, fair “Maid of Note!” 16

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Junior Girl. The Senior’s rule is almost done, the Freshman’s only just begun, But your’s is in its flower, The Senior’s going makes us blue but Heaven be thanked we still have you To hold us in your power. And ever in your own sweet way you’ll rule us all beneath your sway And make us e’er your slaves, And this the burden of our song, ‘‘Our hearts and hands to you belong, Until we fill our graves. 18