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

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£ o{ f)omore Via mctvn FIRST SEMESTER. President—Kuth Hayner. Vice-Presideut—Ilelen Kayser. Secretary—Thomas Coleman. Treasurer—Troy Hutchison. SECOND SEMESTER. President—Arthur Peabody. Vice-President—llnrry Gritide. Secretary—Florence Bardeen. Treasurer—Car) Harper. Class Motto—Be Square. Colors—Purple and Gold. [16]

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IPrrflfytnan Cla 0 fainttvp It was an eventful day in September. 1907, when there appeared at the doors of the Doty building a hand of wondering, wide-eyed individuals. They were—yes, certainly, the glorious class of 1911, M. H. S. How we awoke at four-thirty that eventful day; how we struggled with rebellious hair-ribbons and “boiled collars”; how long and diligently mother scrubbed our faces; and hew we finally arrived at seven-thirty to await patiently the opening hour, is too long a story to be told here. Suffice it to say that at last the great doors of knowledge were opened and we entered to browse in the “verdant pastures fair.’ The usual speeches by Supt. Dudgeon and Prof. Hutchison were omitted, perhaps because we seemed to have no need for them. It is not necessary, however, for us. the class of 1911, to boast concerning our ability. There is ample proof that we are the most brilliant freshman class that ever entered M. 11. S. Ask Miss Warning— she will tell one that never before have hvr 4 o’clock teas been so popular or so well attended; ask Miss Clark —never have there been so many Thursday night declamatory meetings; ask Mrs. Jenkins—never has there been such a demand for red ink in ad her work in English. It. is not in our studies alone that we excel. In social events we have been very active though we were deprived of many of the means of entertainment enjoyed by upper-classmen. Thus has passed the first year of our existence and, after the vacation, we shall be ready to return—this time to the new school building. [151

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 ot f)0morr Clam faint r» The history of the class of 1910 is not like that of those spoiled and petted children, the other classes. Their goings out and comings in have always been effected with decorum, and under the eyes of affectionate guardians. If they have excelled, surely it was not without reason. But, like Dickens’ poor Jo, this class has lacked all such advantages, and, without a permanent abiding-place, has been forced to take refuge with strangers. Nobody seemed to want him and he was never encouraged to stay long in one place. lie was accused of corrupting the innocent Fourth Warders under whose roof he timidly and unwillingly sought shelter, lie was complained of by neighbors because he taught their children to snowball with a too fatally accurate aim. He was not even permitted to play on the railroad tracks, to dabble his feet in the lake, or sit on the Burchell’s stone wall. He was driven off from lawns and sidewalks by Policemen Cosgrove and Zil-isch, who jingled little bells to warn him that he was on forbidden territory. He was turned off from streets and out of buildings, and was not even allowed in the Children’s Room in the Public Library without a pennit from the chief of police. He was censured for being early, and condemned for being late; locked in when he ate his dinner, and locked out when he had none to eat. He was regaled with broken bits of German, fragments of Latin, tough scraps of History and hard nubbins of English, while comfortable odors of boiled onions and com beef and cabbage of more fortunate mortals were wafted up to him. It is hard to say what would have become of him if occasionally a certain worthy confectioner, whom he called The “Pal,” had not given him shelter on rainy days. Even the dentist’s chair or a hard seat in the comer drug store seemed hungry after his wanderings. If some friendly Snagsby stopped to give him a kind word, a constable of the dread Detective Bucket would appear with, “My instructions are that you are to move on!” And when, like Jo, he inquired “Where!” got the familiar reply, “My instructions don’t go to that. They are that this boy is to move on.” [17]