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

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OFFICERS-1909 FALL TERM Presiden t—Stan ley A11 y n. Vice-President—Vera Matson. Secretary—Margarite Coleman. Treasurer—Ed ward Twi tchell. WINTER TERM President—Margarite Coleman. I 'ice-President—A lbert T ormey. Secretary—Dorothy Wright. Treasurer—Marzo Cronk. SPRING TERM President— Edward Twitchell. Vice-President—Norman Quale. Secretary—Margarite Coleman. Treasurer—Albert Tormey. Salutatorian—Marzo Cronk. Valedictorian—Vera Matson. Colors—Light Blue and Gold. Motto—Immer voran. 130]

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THE TYCHOBERAHN BOARD President, Marzo Cronk Managers, Hugh Rcber and Sumner Slichter Senior Representatives Marguerite Coleman Vera Matson Edna Frautschi Gordon Walker Dorothy Wright Junior Representatives 129] Marjorie Davis Theodore Reed

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What ho, varlets! Art ye not abashed upon entering into the presence of this glorious and mighty senior class? Does it not seem like shaking hands with the President, or meeting a world champion baseball idol? It does not? Ah, slush! it should. Yes, by all means it should, for we assure you that we are bv far the greatest thing that ever trod the earth. We date from those prehistoric times of the old high school age, when Miss Murphy ruled the old, and Miss Moseley the new main room, and when Flom’s was still in existence, l imes have changed. No longer do the freshmen “rough house” in a dismal cellar next to the furnaces, nor do the naughtiest, who have been requested to leave, gaze at the less fortunate through the transoms to the furnace room. No longer in the cool, gray dawn do we throng the main room to sing “Work for the Night is Coming.” Yes, these days are over, and now those of us who have survived the high school fire, and the w andering in the wilderness, or who have not left for the academy for reasons good and sufficient to themselves, are ready to graduate—the first class to graduate from the new building. “It’s all over but the shouting,” but w e’ll make the shouting mighty good, and our banquet and commencement ball will absolutely beat everything on earth, unless it he our own Prom. And now just before we go, with apologies to Wallace Irwin— Here’s a bumper to you schoolmates, and a solong to you, Here’s a banzai, and a broadside, and a song to you; Let who will try to roast you, We, the seniors, rise and toast you In a cup of glorv, schoolmates,—and a solong to you. Synonym for mechanical drawing. 1311