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

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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

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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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f i 1 i V 1 i i P l P l R R g, 1-E I 8 5, t 4 i I 1933 ...THE ORANGE AND BLACK... June fe GILL HOUSE s TANDING HUGE and alone on the hill, Gill House seems to have a dark and forbidding appearance even in in the bright sunlight. If it could speak, what stories it could tell. It is unoccupied now and probably no one could be found who would care to live in it. For many years before its late owner's death strange stories were told of the place and its stern dark master, and still more sinister things hinted at. For instance, there had been the wealthy Jew who had inquired his way to Gill House and never been seen or heard of afterward, and the sister who had committed suicide within its walls and who dying and unable to speak had mutely pointed an accusing finger at her brother. If these stories were known to Marcus Gill they never. seemed to trouble him, for he had gone on ln'his own silent, austere way living alone with his two serv- ants, sole master of Gill House and its broad acres. His one passion seemed to be horses, and he was frequently seen riding one of his high-stepping thoroughbreds. One day a letter came to Gill House informing its master that an elder brother, who had run away from home in his boyhood and who was supposed to have died long ago in a foreign land, was alive but in failing health. It stated that he was coming home to live or at least to share in the estate. A few weeks later he arrived and those who saw him said he was dressed in black and resembled his brother little except that he was of the same rather stocky build. He had suffered an accident and was obliged to use a crutch. This together with his grey hair and colored glasses he wore made him appear much older than he really was. Little was known of him after his return. The two serv- ants said that he was quiet mannered and talked of leaving as soon as he could come to some settlement with his brother. lk lk Pk OON' AFTER his arrival Marcus Gill had flown into a violent rage over some triflllng matter and abruptly dismissed both servants. After this the two men had lived a.lone, and, as no friendly feeling had ever existed between the inmates of Gill House and the neighborhood, no one went near them. Weeks went by and people won- dered how Tom Gill could endure living alone with his taciturn brother, but some people said that he was quite singular himself. He never left the place and was very seldom seen-and then always alone. On one of these rare occasions a neighbor who had known him in his early youth, happened to be passing. He halted and called a greeting, but the man made no reply and after staring a moment turned and hobbled away on his crutch. Another time two little girls told of seeing the lame man with the dark glasses and how he stared at them without speaking until they became frightened and ran away. One day late in summer Marcus Gill came into town. He was riding a new colt and he seemed to be in a more talkative humor than usual. He vouchsafed the information that he had come to a. settlement with his brother -and that the latter was leaving again soon for foreign parts. He called the bank and then rode away at a lively pace. A little later two of the men living nearest to Gill House saw a saddled horse running wildly down the road. They at once recognized it as the Gill colt an.d suspecting that he had thrown his rider they walked up the road. They found Marcus lying in the driveway leading to his house. The colt evidently had become fright- ened at something, had turned and bolted, throwing his rider so that his head had come in contact with one of the stone gate posts. Death must have been instantaneous, and they say that all they could do would be to carry the body to the house and break the news to the crippled brother. lk lk lk I' THE HJOYUSE they rang the bell of the front entrance, but no one answered. They rang again with no better results. Where was Tom Gill? Was he deaf and had that been the reason why he had never answered when spoken to? They 'tried the door and found it fastened. Likely the men were in the habit of using the rear entrance. One of them decided to try that. Finding a small door unlocked, he entered and found himself in the kitchen. He called but no one answered. He noticed a small table with the remains of a meal on it. There was one unwashed plate and one cup. Prob- ably Tom had become hungry and had not waited for his brother, he thought, as he walked through the rooms 'to the front of the house, but everything was still and there was no sign of any living presence. He unbolted the front door and together they carried the body into the house. Seeing a bed in one of the rooms, they placed it on that and stood for a moment undecided what to do. Evidently they were alone in the house with the dead man. ' Everything seemed so strange-so uncannily quiet. Stories told of the place came to their minds. Where was the dead man's brother and what should they do? To cover the body decently and go for help seemed the only thing. Noticing a large chest in the room and thinking that it contained linen, they raised the cover and looked in. Could they believe their eyes? They looked at each other in. horror and amazement! The chest contained not linen, but a crutch, a black suit, and a grey wig, with a pair of dark glasses lying beside it. The mystery was explained. Tom Gill had already gone .... had been gone for a long time .... but not to foreign parts. -CLARA HOLMBERG. KD -ANDTHEN CAME CELLOPHANE iContinued from Page Twenty-foury amble, mosey, beat it, vamoose, or ams- cray. 16. Sore throat Csore throat as in sore -: 25 :- throatl-the main symptom of scarlet fever. 17. Terre verte-a color usually bilious green, but it depends on the kind of tooth brush one uses. 18. Tlnea clrcinata-a disease of the skin, caused by the parasitic fungus Tricho- phyton tonsurous, and characterized by circular scurvy patches with irritation. -K 37 FEMININE Fkoucs fContlnued from Page Eighteen? Kraus and her twelfth grade team in a heated battle of stifl' competition. Cheers are echoing throughout the entire gym and the termination of the basketball season has left its impression upon all the girls who played in the tournament. The picture of the hoop and the basketball slowly fades from view, and the second act of the three-ring circus is making its .bow and exiting from the curriculum of the gym. And now as this snoopy one digs. deeper into the sport of the gym he discovers the last act of the ring. Spring is in the land, and track and baseball come hand in hand. So as the inquisitive one digs up some more by-gones, here is what he sees. Many girls are ready for the sprint, many for the broad jump, many for the baseball and basketball throw, and many, many more for other big features of the track ring. This noble personage spies them racing down to Breese-Stevens Field to take part in the track tourney. They are nearing their goal, only a little way more to travel. Slowly, the picture of fleet feet fades in the distance and the snoopy one is aroused by the cries of Strike two! Ball three! etc. He turns eagerly to return his footsteps back to sport, this time baseball. Inside the Central gym, girls of all ages and grades are re-enacting the ancient fan- loving baseball game. Their shouts and gay laughter fill the room with noisy frolic, then suddenly it recedes and grows faint. The gym has become quiet, the day is hot, and the sweating players slowly drift to and fro thinking of the vacation near at hand. School will soon be over and for some of them it will be a permanent vacation, but to those who cherish all good things and live in the memories of the past year, it will be a wonderful blessing to recall all the fun and sport of the past year at Central. Invisibility I shall carry the moonlight in a silver cup, And rain-drops in my handsg I shall cage the mist, And I shall bind the winds with chains of flame. Where I walk there shall be stillness, And the torch of beauty before me: I shall carry away with me every loveliness, But still you will not know that I have passed. -JANE PRIESTLEY, lla.. mg