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

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.UTHE ORANGE AND BLACKH. 195 June THE TECHNOCRAT UTOPIA rubbed his eyes yawned and stretched himself luxuriantly between the silken sheets H ope n e d one eye Just wide enough to see the electric clock on the table beside him. Only ten-thirty? Ho hum-mm! No need of getting up for at least an hour yet -so, one hour later the air was disturbed by another of Master Thorvald's deluxe, four horse-power yawns. The young man poked his toes out and regarded them gravely from the depth of several downy feather pillows. Raising his hand a matter of an inch or so, he pulled a cord and picked up a small mouthpiece from the table. Hello, mom! You up already? Yeah, I guess I could stand some breakfast-no, I'm not very hungry. What do I want? Oh, just a couple o' eggs and three or four slices of bacon and a half dozen pieces of toast and some coffee. No, that's all-thanks! Ah shucks! I'm not hungry at all, mom.. Be ready in five min- utes? Oih Kay, mom! Torvald leaned back and refiected on the wisdom of the modern inventors. Take the fellow that thought of this mechanical cook, now - he surely merited a bouquet. A fellow never has to wait for his meal and he always gets whatever he wants - no matter whether it's a ham sandwich or a Do-funny-a-la- thing-a-ma-bob. No burnt biscuits, either- what a break for newlyweds! 14 if 214 UST THEN a tiny bell tingled merrily and a small panel in the wall swung open, revealing a very appetizing meal- no food capsule foolishness, either. But that was not the most interestingg unfolding itself, the shelf moved forward and swung around the bed, halting withintwo inches of the expectant young man's mouth. It's such a shame, he remarked to himself as he laz- ily turned his radio-vision dial, that we can't afford self - f e e d i n g silverware - the Browns have them. An African dancer being his choice for the minute, he watched the brightly-clad girl spin over the ground to the rhythm of weird music while he munched his toast in Madison, Wisconsin, thousands of miles away. ORVALD TECHNOCRATSON I ' . e Q . . The home of the Technocratsons was con- structed mainly of steel and glass-every room was a sun-room, for this was the age of glass houses. The furniture in some of the rooms was all of this same transparent qual- ity--the walls and floors, too, being mirrors. There was a roof-garden, a swimming pool, and all the other conveniences - even a con- servatory. Everything is for convenience- everything - indeed, perhaps the next one of these many buttons Torvald manipulates so beautifully will bring the bath.-tub hopping to his bedside. if ik 'R LITTLE LATER., as he was tying his neck-tie-with his own hands, by the way-he said, Gee, I don't see how D-ad stands it working four hours at day. Still, I suppose we're never satisfied. Why, it says in our history book that way back in good old 1933 people were fussing because they didn't have any work. Such is life. He walked over to his telephone, dia-led a number and picked up the mouthpiece. Hello, Anne, what are ya doin'? Honest? Shucks, why devote your sweet young life to art? Sure I was going to ask you if you would like to ta-ke a jaunt down to Miami Beach this P. M. Ah, can the art, can'-t you? Just think, I haven't seen you since yester- day-Huh?-oh, all right, Ill get someone else, who appreciates two-legged arti' Next, young Torvald tried his luck with Marie-but with the same success. Seems to me an art studio in a pent house is all the modern girl cares about nowadays, growled the jilted lad- and tried another number. Tilly, apparently, was studying Chaucer, Pat was just as zealously practicing her do- re me's,'.' and Louise was tearing her hair on the last chapter of the Great American Novel of 1966. Slowly and painfully the wilted young man- rep-laced the phone for the last time, mechanically he pushed the lavender button that made his bed-and noiselessly glided downstairs on the Banister Elevated. ak bk Pk G6 OM, he said as though he were mumbling a funeral ceremony, Mom, I've ordered the Red Arrow around and I want you to take a spin At first glance these high school boys all look alike but there is a difference. Find the missing link and win a scholarship to the famous College of Live and Learn. One of these galookas may have longer fingernails than the others, or he may part his hair in the middle, or he may even eat grapenuts for breakfast. .-: 22 :- down to Miami with me. Torvald folded up in the glass chair with a sigh and sat wist- fully regarding his orchid thumb-nails. Why, son, exclaimed his mother, looking anxiously at her offspring, are you ill? Oh no, mom, I'd be delighted, and I'd rather have you than anyone else. I've been looking forward to taking you for a week, said Torvald in an ashes-to-ashes-dust-tm dust tone-. Mrs. Technocratson blushed under her rouge and rang for her coat. Did the gentle- man help her put it on? How silly, when the automatic butler had nothing else to do. Heavens, exclaimed Mrs. Technocratson. What's all that commotion about on the street? l It's an extra- probably assassiinated the President again, said Torvald with a mon- strous yawn. James, get us a paper. He could? not undertake the exertion of reading the headlines when the butler gave him the paper, so his mother read them. Gracious me, she cried, the World has declared war on Mars-that means you'l1 have to go because you're twenty-five tomor- row. Poor Torvald looked askance. Tears were in his eyes as he sobbed, Oh, it'll ruin my lovely lavender finger-nails. -JANE FARWELL, ma. if 77 BASKETBALL SEASON iContinued from Page Eighteeni lads, 15-14. Against her other city confer- ence opponent, East High, Central fared much better, defeating them 18-6 and 23-12. During the course of the season the Central team defeated Racine Horlick, 19-18, and lost to Kenosha by the largest score of the season, 43-11. In the District tournament, the Orange and Black met and defieated East for the third time of the year, by a score of 22-8. The next night our boys downed Baraboo, 25-17. Although West was favored to win the tournament, Central turned the tables and eked out a 19-18 victory. The star of the tournament was Bid Smith. It was his flashy work that guaranteed Central a place in the State tournament. After leading its opponent throughout the first half, Central lost its power and lost to Chippewa Falls, 31-15, for its first game of the tournament. The following night our cagers took revenge by defeating Nekoosa, 20-17. As a result of this victory, the Orange and Black met Kenosha as a semi-finalist in the consolation bracket. The only hope of the Centralites was to hold down the score, but the Redmen defeated Central, 29 - 14. Johnny Novick played brilliant ball through- out the tournament.

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l '- K yi R: ., .,i- 5 x'xf,,..l3g:, . I. .:', Q. '?ITj.,'1 ,nh iaet- -' 1933 ...THE ORANGE AND BLA CK... June CENTRAL CASTING K Wally,,,Foster at the Mike S USUAL, this years we are again having a graduating class. Again we are faced with the problem of filling the vacancies of the departing seniors. What will we do without: Everett Carteron to give us those sales talks in his most appealing tone of voice? Evelyn Boyle to come down in the front of the English room to wo-rk K?J in a group with Dorothy KLucilleD Cox? Victor Cramer to bring a two by four board about five feet long to school to have kids autograph it? Cerise Beran to ask, What are you kids laughing at now? George Deighton to sing in his ond bass the boom, boom., boom in the quar- tet? Kathryn Conners to take a test over just to see if she can raise her mark Kshe didn't raise, but she equalled ith ? Charles Du Bois to write those certain kind of poems and to make all the girls jealous Kor should I say enviousj of one another? Romance Cowgill to take Kor assumeb the part of a lady of England, with her Beg pawdons and all that? Bob and Dick Frye when roll call is taken in Art ,Metal class? Jeanne Gorman who swept us by storm when she appeared on our stage to do a tap dance? . Bernard Gorst and Bob Harris to throw erasers in English class when Miss Pierce is either absent from the room orwhether she is there? I Q I ' Margaret Hatch to write those swellegant notes to an ex-Centralite on the back of school-party invitations? Edouard Kilgore to pull rabbits out of hats and make them disappear into thin air Koh yeah, tell it to Murphyb? deep sec- Ruth Henning to sit and worry a whole. period about a History testNtIjtQ?i'SiQ?.fl9i'svsui'e that she fiunked and then come back the next day to tell you she only got-an A in it? Morris Slavney to turn my 'hair grey because of' the length of time it takes him to get started? Matilda Matzke to take prizes at the depression parties? ' Vito Shiro getting excused from school to go.home to change his trousers after having had the whole Art Metal class spill acid on it? Donald Trachte to make linoleum cuts, and posters, and besides all this to be a confirmed bachelor? Murrel Truehl to enter our popularity con- tests? ' Meyer Victor to carry Laurene Hellick- son's saxophone? A Frank Turnquistz to be called pansy by RAJAH? KRemember, F ra n k,.- I said by Rajahb. Doreene Smith to give us those vocal solos, especially Cabin in the Cotton and Trees ? Marie Stahl to copperize a real toad and use it for a set on a ring? Ingeborg Swalheim to give me a mark in a test thirty poin-ts less than I should have had? KW'hich was all a mistake, of coursel. Mary Virnig to come bursting forth with a poem., no matter what the occasion may be? Bertha Wurst to always furnish those look- ing in the card index a good laugh as her na.me reads there-1Wurst Bertha? Antoinette Zeman to make a most unusual type of ring? KAsk her about itl. 'Of course we really shouldn't forget to mention the little red-headed class p-rophet, Lois Neill. We thought of writing acharac- ter sketch, but then for certain reasons we thou.ght it best not to. You might inquire of her as to who that blond boy' was that caught her eye in the aud t'other day. Right here and now I'm going to explain that 'it wasn't my idea to have the cut' put in this magazine that appears ,lon .this Azpage. Allthe blame lKyes,iI-.said blamej falls on the mold. confirmed 'bachelor, Don ald Lloyd Kohl and his keen ability to-,,1i.x5Hthe', .f?'I'rachte. KNow', I guess that evens things mileage recorder on his father:sgg.qi-i.r3+s,o that heewill ngtgknow how far Lloyd has gone? to blush when you call her 'aifthait' cute little girl as one person did upon seeing her graduation picture? Glen Mason to sit in the aud duringna dra- matic club movie with Lethal Reynolds-,Kand he forgot that it was JUST a school moviel? Rachel Herrington to Write the other col- umn and also her being puzzled as to whom she should ask to a certain party? Ann Longiield to attend the indoor or soft- ball gam.es at Breese-Stevens? Thomas Murphy, John Nee, John Sylves- ter to act as a reception committee at the State Band tournament? Mary McWilliams to take care of the book exchange as well as to sell tickets at the Eastwood Kwe'll be seeing her there one of these 25c nitesb? UDJ We are sad to announce that, as yet, we have not been able to find out who that certain person is who Jane Farwell is that way about. Though. we do know that she has been interested ,ingthehired man down on Then as for the' other h'a'lf1'9iithe QBQa7jah4Rachel Her- rington, we think Kreally?J that she is having a tough time trying to choose between two boys whose names have appeared with hers in this column before Knot in the magazine but in an issue of The Mirrorl. We don't DARE put their names in here, but nevertheless, there are two Central girls who are engaged. KNOW just you watch those lingers and you'll soon see who they are.J Somewhere a few lines up we- finished a sentence with a preposition, which reminds us that a certain paper carried the statement -: 21 :- as follows: a preposition is the wrong way to end a sentence with. KDo you see it?J A definition that Miss Yeager uses quite often, and which we read in A Manual of English, takes the cake when it comes to defining the word education : The ability to do the thing one does not want to do, at the time he does not want to do it. A What are we seniors going to do without any bells to ring to make us jump every hour or so . . . no teach-ers to tell us to make up time . . . no books to make our arms sore from packing them Knot saying, of course, that they make our heads sore from trying to study themb . . . no three fiights of stairs to go up and down in three minutes time . . . no sp-ecial work slips to go bumming on . . . no aud periods to go to the auditorium, for . . . no reason to bum . no teachers to talk about . . . no, no, no, nothings? . . . But maybe we won't graduate, maybe we WILL go to another higher school, maybe we WILL have teachers, bells, steps, slips, and periods, books and all that tommy-rot. But why worry, remember the old saying, A rolling s-tone gathers no moss, but boy, what a shine it gets. rl! Pk Dk Now that you've read this thing Kthere's some conceit there, I just feel ith, have your friends autograph your magazine on this page so that no one else will have to suffer as you 'did. KI mean by reading the column, of coursel . . . Aw, resivoire . . . M 3 M N. X - is 4.1 . .' .' .gigs , , , - M,-R5 -1 'Y 2 ,sn This may be Wally Foster fifty Kpardon-I mean at the hope for the best. at the age of mikey, but we ' l

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1933 ..THE ORANGE AND BLA CK... June cc g as By Jane Farwell and Rachel Herrington E! W'ER-E legomobiling down Spinach A v e n u e one bright rainy evening enjoying the cab- bage b l o s s o ms along Onion U Boulevard when whom should 4 ,tb we run into but a veritable 8 , walking toothpick, the only dif- ference being that it was soft pine instead of cedar. Pardon me, said the young gentleman Cwe give him the benefit of the doubtl, a-ren't you--er-ah- Rajah and Company, incorporated, we hopefully suggested. The poor lad gulped a sob or two and handed us his card. We instantly disap- peared in the sunshine. We looked at the card-three days later we came to in a hospital ward. You guessed it-he was John Deards! Wfell, we got out of that place with m.uch less difficulty than the one across the lake a few weeks before and proceeded down Cab- bage Avenue enjoying the onion blossoms on Spinach Boulevard. The onions suddenly started to rattle, and who should come out but Chuck Willis carrying a minature soap- box - his feet being so small. ak Pk Sk ORRORS -he spied us and instantly began manipulating the soap-box. . Willis, he pleaded, with huge strictly fresh tears rolling down into his col- lar, Willis for president-the school girl complexion-two for five, please. His slightly stale tears began pouring into his socks. At the critical moment a stout was- been blonde pulled Cy Klingele out of h.er pocket and loaned it to Mr. Willis to catch the overflow. Being tender hearted creatures, we crept away from the touching scene and gave our attention to the spinach blossoms. By the cauliflower-ears of Frank Turnquist -ouch! Let go! Some unknown assailant had seized us by the hair and was whirling us around in space. When we finally landed a few the less for hairs, we hastily glanced in the direction of the fierce creature who had done the awful deed. He was almost as big as King Kong, wore only- a bearskin, and had a beard down to his waist. We ran. We later asked Marian Kraus who he was. Why, he's my cave man, she murmured, It's Donald Edwards! We ran. l wr wk 34 UST AROUND the corner was Sheldon Wood-he was still dreaming about Eleanor R. How's that? Spoils your fond hopes, Monsieur F. Then we meet Eliza Speltzenhaugenburghersomtoning. It asked if we had heard any scandal lately. Why should you want to know? says we. I want to put itin my column, whis- pers she. Isn't that Wally Foster's job? inquires we with a little more interest. ' Didn't you know? HQ got lost at the North Pole years ago. Didn't they send a searching party out after him? cmore cheerfullyl. No one bothered. ' We just noticed that the sun was shining. Asquare the next corner we met Gertrude Esch wearing the same dress she wore ten years ago. And then came Ed Gadow-bald as an eagle. How about trying some of your pills, Ed? Up the river went we. John Sylvester told us that Marie Stahl was still trying to mend her broken romance. Someone should tell her that jig-saws are out of date-or per- haps she's bringing them back. By this time our feet were soreg but, seeing a poor old man on crutches, we couldn't resist doing our good daily turn. It was Mr. W'aehler. Central had ruined him. if ik 'F Moonshine and Roses QA Dialoguel Glen Mason serenading Letha. Reynolds, who is SITTING ON THE ARM OF AN OLD ARMCHIAIR plunking on his trusty ukelele. The scene is AT THE END OF A WINDING Glen Mason cplunk-plunkb-WfON'T YOU COME OVER TO MY HOUSE TO PLAY? Letha Reynolds-SHOW ME THE WAY T'O GO HOMIE. Glen-TAKE YOUR FINGER OUT OF YOUR- MOUTH QI want to kiss youl. Lelha-LET'S PUT OUT Tl-IE LIGHTS. Pk Ik 81 The Fatal Night 'Give me that pencil. I gotta finmh this or I'll get killed. Yeah, that's right, start thinking now- a half hour before it's supposed to be to the printers. . Well, could I help it? Say, keep still. I'm trying to think. Do you suppose this sounds all right? Will you give me the dictionary a minute? I can't find a word that fits here. Hey, who took my pencil? Hurry up. I need it. I've got to lay out this whole sheet yet. I All of you have to be out of this room at four-thirty. Don't forget. Well, at the psychological moment I hate to be too 'peppamistic'. Oh, yeah? I can't get those darned old books to come out right. I wish everybody would keep still a minute. Did anybody see that contract for Hill's ad? It was over there a little while ago. Well, it isn't there now. All right, is all the copy in now? I don't wan-t to stay up here all night. After this, I'll bring my bed along. E'verything's in. Thank heavens. It's 5:30. So long, everybody. -And that, dear readers, is just a talk- ing paragraph or so of The Mirror room a few days before the magazine comes out. A al Q The average ,high school senior's conception of the Man With the Hoe --: 23 :--