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

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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 :--

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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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June ...THE ORANGE AND BLACK... 1933 .. BCDCDK REVIEW fr '2E BLEHpiTA?fEME. '- OVERS OF ADVENTURE, descendants of pioneers and Civil War veterans, especially people of Wisconsin, and stu- dents of American History will find Trail-Makers of the Mid- dle Border a book that gives a- definite picture of the experi- ences of our ancestors an d leaves us with some lasting impressions. Although written in that type of literature, the book is most interesting for even those who do not like biography in general. It con- tains the life story of Yankee Dick, his early experiences, his adventure in the West as trail-maker of our own home state, his part in the Civil War, and his personal serv- ice to General Grant, the famous general of the North. Yankee Dick was like: Others, when the army settled down to a siege, were either detailed to field commands or returned to the ranks Cas Richard didl, without honor or special reward. Some of his fellow road-finders had gone to their deaths on this cam- paign unnoticed and without record, for they were not regularly enro-lled, and rreceived only private mention by their commanders. So far as these pages may speak, I desire to pay them tribute. Richard Graham shall serve as their representative. Richard was a son of the East, but a hero of the West. It 'lf Pk QQ-U EGARJDLESS of dangers in the face of duty, he would reply, God forgot to make the man I couldn't follow. Today we enjoy the fruits of his and other pioneers' laborsg whether their records are written down or not, they stand out from the Eternal Past. Yankee Dick was not only a trail-maker, but a home maker for the people of Wisconsin. He wa.lked miles to get a glimpse of Madison, to see the site where the capitol was to stand. All over the border enthusiasm was aiiame, and Wisconsin was among the most favored localities. Her rich plough lands, her mines of lead and iron, her unlimited forests of ash and pine, and her abundant lakes and rivers assured a noble future. On every woodlot the cross-cut was singing the song of prog- ress, while the builders' hammers beat in rhythmic accompaniment to its strokes. It was under the spur of ambition and adventure that Richard left his home in Maine to join his brother, who was working on the railroad. Later, however, he was eager and ready to go with his zealous father, a typical New England elder, to the possible new home in Southern W'isconsin. Great was his imagination of possibilities in the West. The journey was hard for his mother and Susan, and saddest of all, Susan had contracted smallpox on the trip. In those days people were put to flight if they ,heard the dreadful disease was around, and town roads were barred. Had it not been for Hugh McLane, the noble Samaritan, the whole family would ha.ve had to perish. It was in this way that the Grahams and the McLanes met. Harriet's first home in the promised land was a. pest- house! Her family circle a quarantine! ICIHARD greatly loved his mother and placed his endless confidence in her. and He always tried to make her Susanas comfortable as facilities of the pio- neer country would permit. Richard was a great admirer of the McLane family, although he did admit that as Qddlers and hunters they were wonders, but no man can fiddle and farm equally well. As riflemen they were reputed to have the skill or Daniel Boone. David was an ideal violinist, and the girls had very beautiful voices. His playing and their sing- ing charmed him. Isabel, the youngest, later became his bride. As he neared twenty-six, he must have calculated that Isabel was almost sixteen, and sixteen was a marriagable age in those primitive communities. At any rate he reported to his father and mother that year. His life during this period is heroic according as one judges it. His endurance, his courage, his skill remain and are incredible. As foreman of a. camp, he toiled with an intensity which inspired even laggards. He was a. leader fin the physical sensel and not a driver of others. He shirked nothing. It was not the extra pay which kept him a pilot on the rapids: it was his love of leadership. wk wk 35 I-HS WAS HIS RECORD during the years he spent in the woods of north- ern Wisconsin. Stevens Point was considered The Gateway to the Woods, because from there on northward was noth- ing but woods. However, one can only enjoy to the full extent the experience of Yankee Dick as pioneer and soldier after one has read this striking book written by his son, Hamlin Garland. Hamlin says: As I look back along the trail of Richard and Isabel Graham, I long for the sp-irit of the border, the hospitality of the latch-string. I would re-enter thatbcabin if I could and blow upon its embers till its flames returned and shadow of mournful beauty danced upon the walls . . . I would call David and Luke, Rachel and Deborah, and ask them to sing one more for me, knowing that from their chorus Isabel's voice would rise in clear familiar sweetness, restoring for me a world that is gone-the world of my youth, the land of the pioneer. -- -MARY VIRNIG, 12a. 'The author uses the fictitious name of Richard Graham for Richard Garland in writing this biography. It gives the book more e1Tect and less appearance of a biography. --: 24 :- lContinued from Page Eighth cushioned cell. CThinking is all right in its place but this isn't the place.J Suddenly you come upon a printed notice regarding goods offered for sell or buy, mild and sweet, smoke or chew. It's only a little coupon but it has brought a magnanimous change in the lives of millions of men and women and why can't it for you, too? Well-it's a thought anyway. Thought? Ah, yes - remarkable indeed. A thought has brought happiness to more than one inno- cent, unsuspecting husband. The only trag- edy is that he didn't think twice and then stay single. But why all this hallybco? Ingrate's Shaving cream for a lasting shave will settle your problems and a tight rope act with a. flea.-bin iunatic. on the top of the Empire State Building is also good for a close shave. You have to be close with everything else when you buy Coolasthenorthpole Shav- ing cream, good for sore throat, Scarlet Fever, a.nd Anginosa scarlatina. , if lk 'lf Glossary of Platitudinous Ponderosity 1. Aesculus Hip-pocastanum - Horse - chest- nut. , 2. Anginosa scarlatina-scarlet fever. 3. Auriculo-ventricular orifice - a pulsation of the heart. , 4. Aurora borealis-the brilliant radiance of the sky in far northern latitudes at nightg. hence, night-lights, opposite from day- light. . 5. Cfranium-the part of the skull enclos-, ing the brain: very rare. , 6. Dentifrice-a powder, liquid, paste, solid, gas, fluid, or what have -you for cleaning the teeth. i 7. Dietetic integrity-uprightness, virtue, honesty, soundness, p r o b i t y, entirety, ,. completeness, p-urity, etc., in regulating food or diet. 1 8. Epidermis-the cuticle, or outer skin of the body. 9. Gastronomical satiety-the state of being filled or satisfied beyond desire. 10. Herpes circinatus-a disease of the skin caused by the parasitic fungus Trichophy- ton tonsorous, and characterized by cir- cular scurvy patches with irritation. ll. Mucous membranes-the moist lining of the cavaties and canals in communication with the exterior of the human body. 12. Oinionphane-a sticky substance on wrap- ping paper that- is smooth and dry as the bottom of a washpan that hasn't been wipedg it is transparent, opaque, and rather perforated with holes between the hollow spaces. 13. Pityriasis-a superficial affection of the skin. 14. Scarlet fever-fscarlet fever as in scarletl feverl-scarlet fever. 15. Scram Qsk as in skunk, ram, as in moun-1 tain goat with curly hornsl-meaning to gog proceed, depart, extend, move on, lContinued on Page Twenty-ilvej