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

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IN THE LAND CDF MAKE BELIEVE ONE ARE THE DAYS. L L That's what people are saying about the legitimate stage. With the coming of talking pictures, drama-tics lost most of its appeal to the average amusement seeker. Broadway, which is considered a good barometer for the entire country, has seen few shows in recent yea.rs which pack 'em in as in the good old days. Several stars, who in other times would have all New York agog over their plays, have lately featured in some co-lossal flops Hits running anywhere from forty to eighty weeks are as scarce as new beer. Of course, this decline of the stage might be attributed to the depression fit gets blamed for everythingl, but even, the setting of 32.20 tops has failed to bring in the cash cus- tomers. It has been claimed that newspaper critics have outnumbered the customers by three to one, and it is a good bet that at least one-half of those relatives of the producer came on Annie Oakleys. But in all serious- ness, there is little doubt but what -the stage is hard hit, She ain't what she used to be. However, such is not the case with ama- teur dramatics. It is safe to say that such productions are increasing in popularity. Clubs and groups of all sorts are more and more taking up the drama for recreation. From earliest childhood, children pick up the game of make-believe. What boy can't remember imitating Tom Mix, Hoot Gibson, or others after seeing a rip-roaring horse operey at the local theater. What girl hasn't made an attempt at putting on the airs of some ravishing beauty of the screen. Many can remember the stupendous productions the neighborhood kids used to present in Murphy's barn. In school, plays are promi- nent as special features from the early grades through college. The writer recalls the plays and pantomimes in which the little girls went tripping around in fairy costumes, which sometimes failed to conceal the winter flannels. I P Everyone remembers the annual presenta- tion of Dicken's Christmas Carol. It is safe to conclude that practically every school boy and girl appeared in a play sometime during his grade school career. The amateur drama, of course, reaches its highest point in the high school and college where it is closest to maturity. Neither do amateur dramatics end there. Church groups frequently present plays, as well as various clubs and organizations. One occasionally reads of the victory of the Podunk or Punkin Hollow Woman's Club in the Zilch County Play Tourney. The 4-H clubs and other farm organizations foster dramatics by means of county, district, and state tournaments. Besides these, there are -:4:- many other types of clubs and organizations sponsoring the drama. Central High has seen activity in dramat- ics, having a Dramatic Club and presenting a big play each semester. This year a mys- tery comedy, Tiger House, and at Shakes- pearean c o me dy, Twelfth Night, were presented on C'entra1's small stage under the direction of Miss Ruth Kentzler, speech instructor. These are two distinctly different types of plays, the only similarity being that Jane Farwell tripped about in an old-fash- ioned nightqshirt as Aunt Sophia in Tiger House and Donald Edwards did likewise as Mlalvolio in Twelfth Night. The latter is unoificially awarded a hairless toothbrush for grace in throwing kisses. fGet it straight- on the stage, not off.J Both plays, however, were marked successes, with Tiger House being repeated for the benefit of the Empty Stocking Club. -Several one-act plays have been given dur- ing the year. Central may well place herself in the list of lovers of the drama. Dramatics LContinued on Page Twenty-seven?

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1933 ..THE ORANGE AND BLACK... June MIRRCR UP T0 1932 -1933 CI-IOOL started again. It was fun to be back after vacation: but the novelty soon wore off, inspite of all the new teachers at Central-Miss Junginger, Miss Ritzman, Miss Sterling, CJ Miss Pope, and Miss Schuldt along with Mr. Waehler as our new principal. Now that these teachers have been here a year, they seem an established part of Central. Do you remember the long aud programs we had about the A. A. A. fAll- Activity Associationh idea? It certainly went over big, because almost everybody joined. How many people have asked you for a dime on Tuesdays? The book exchange is another new idea. Everyone patronized it because low prices are paid for used books, and prices for new text books are appreciably lower than those of the book stores. Mr. Klose devised a new plan for the orchestra and band. The 'Junior High students who could play well enough were put in the Senior High orchestra or band. Many Senior High players were surprised to discover that some of the Junior High players were much better than those swollen - heads 'would have believed. Central won the first football game when it beat Edgerton 44-0. Everyone was at the game, and most people went on A. A. A. tick- ets. The new Mirror heads were announced as Charles DuBois, editorg Jane Priestley, business m a n a g e rg Edward Fleischman, advertising manager: and Walter Foster, news editor. Doreen Smith won the Home Talent Song Contest. So many versions of the requirements of the Honor Pin were floating around that the committee made a definite announcement to the effect that an A counted seven points and a B ' four. This has been changed so many times that no one is at all sure of the exact requisites. Class officers were electedg Walter Foster, Charles DuBois, Bid Smith, and Jay Burch were elected president of the 12a, 12b, 11a, and 10b classes, respectively. .The first honor roll came out. To take your mind off the melancholy event, remember that Central beat Janesville 13-0. But to keep you from getting too Pollyannaish let me remind you that we lost to West by a score of 12-0. Rev- erend Wee spoke in the aud period about Leif Erikson and his discovery of America. The speaker told us that it was a woman that sent the Norsemen over here. Even in those days the women started things! Club meet- ings were held for the first time this year. Sue Ogden was elected president of the French Club. The Girls' Club and the Ger- man Club discussed plans for ,the next semester. 66 IGER HOUSE was the play for the first semester, and was it a mystery show! Well,' you should have heard the screamsg and whenever any- one sat on the fatal sofa, you could have heard a pin drop. When those green and red eyes came on, snakes were crawling up and down everyone's back. Yami's leyes, Miss Murdock's accent, and the lion trainer's com- plexion were all good. I wonder if those false teeth are Jane Farwell's own? Chuck Willis was the best: he was so astounding. I won- der if anyone ever let him loose in a dime store. A new Honor Roll basis was intro- duced. It has been very popularg but no matter how many systems are used, there is A perfect specimen of a victim of the advanced science that treats of the cultured ethics of discourse in foreign tongue? never a big increase in the Honor Roll. The 12b and 12a history classes held an election for president of the United States. Of course, Roosevelt won. The 10b English classes in Miss Stark's room made many scrapbooks. These were compiled from material on biog- raphies. Armistice day came and went. Cen- tral won six football games and had second place in the city series. The Turkey Trot was the Thanksgiving party. The State Confer- ence of Wisconsin High School Editors was held in Madison during Thanksgiving vaca- tion. Members of the Mirror staff attended. Thanksgiving vacation was short and sweet. Miss Esther Hibbard spoke to the Girls' Club about Japanese girls. These girls are much more quiet and dignified than American girls. They dress in uncomfortable clothes, so they are not very athletic. Phyllis Lord looked nice, though, in that costume, didn't she? Miss Hibbard said that the girls there that -:- 3 2- are born in the Year of the Horse seldom marry, because they are sure to have tem- pers and strong wills. Naturally the men wouldn't marry such women. Were you born in the Year of the Horse ? Pk vk Ill Ill cc HAT A PRETTY picture the Christmas Pageant made! The singing was very good, too. The costumes were what I liked best. The saluta- torian, Theodora Herfurth Cnote the al, and the valedictorian, Edwin Slightam, were chosen. The orchestra gave a concert in the auditorium.. Home rooms 218, 108, 219 have had the least tardiness. Central lost to Beloit 27-13 in the basketball game. Christmas was near! One new pen was given for two old ones. The new pens were not especially beautiful but most of them worked. Then there was that aud period with Mr. Arklin - because he was hired for only a half hour and because he wanted to talk for an hour, he kept saying that if he had more time he would do this, or he would rather do that. Phooey!! lVl.'r. Elias was much better. I never lost a sheep to weep over, but once I had a dog that got run over, and I wept over that. The new members of National Honor Society were announced, and the induction was held in the auditorium. Reverend Moseley was the speaker. Calvin Coolidge dead! It sort of startled meg it was so unnatural. I had expected him to go on living until he was about 95. Strange the ideas some people get, isn't it? Do you recollect the Mythology course that was to be? It was pretty popular until everyone found out that a chance would be given for poetry and dramatic writing. Evidently the course wasn't offered again this semester. Ikvkikill HEN THE BANKS closed. Even I had 31.37 tied up. Th.e trouble we cap-ital- ists have! Seniors graduated! Oh, what a surprise! A new semester begun. Everybody was down in the office wanting program changes. Remember that haunted look on Mr. Waehler's face? Then came all the club elections. Say, who knew Rajah? It certainly was a mystery. Teachers' Conven- tion was held here. It seems to me that there are more teachers around than stu- dents. Came St. Va1entine's Day with arrows fiying thick and fast especially at the Valen- tine's Day Party. Debating has been dis- cussed as a school activity, but very little interest has been shown. The English Department got an idea and made outside reading voluntary. But, oh, the rush in the library on Friday mornings! The Minstrel QContinued on Page Thirty-twol

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June ..THE ORANGE AND BLACK... 1933 POETICAL INTERLUDE Autumn From a tree top I looked over the world fThe world is wide, the world is highl. All around me were other trees, But none so tall as I! From a tree top I looked over the world, tThe sky was blue, the earth was brownl. All around me leaves of many hues Were fluttering down. From a tree top I looked over the world, CThe wind was whistling, the clouds were soarillgl. Down below me a gushing stream Wlas fiercely roaring. From a tree top I looked over the world, CThe world is wide, the world is highl. All around me were Nature's wee folk, But none so insignificant as I! -CAROL TOMLINSON, wa. ik tk lk if Ill Evening I'd watched the fish in their cool curling world And envied them in their ecstasiesg I'd watched the sea gulls soaring majestically above And heard their mocking criesg A I'd watched the pine trees against the dusky sky And listened to the mournful wind through them sighg But I was weary and sad and wished to die. I'd watched the evening sunset glow 1 And saw its hues slowly disappearg I'd watched -the gold tinged, rebellious clouds Break away and float free of all fearg I'd watched the rippling, golden w ate rs change to blue A And felt the soft, slow beat against my canoe: All was very beautiful, but I was miserable -because of you. -CAROL TOMLINSON, 10a. R it 114 ill 14 Who Am I? Now the fall has come again, But who am I that should complain At my sorry lot? Flaming trees, or icy rain, Now the Pall has come again, Leaves will die and rot. Beauty that was joy is pain, But who am I that should complain That things I dreamed are not? Now the fall has come again, Who am I that should complain At my sorry lot? -JANE PRIESTLEY, ua. The Deer-Dyrad There was a lord went to a wood A-hunting for to go: But ere he to his home returned, H'e met a wandering doe. Then to his shoulder he raised his bow' And caref'ly took his aimg But stayed was he by the gentle eyes Of the creature he sought to maim. Then nimbly sprang the doe away, Quicker than eye could see. But ere the lord could again take aim, She was far away o'erfthe lee. The huntsman urged his fleet steed on, And after a merry chase, ' The doe stopped tauntingly nearby A-panting from the race. The huntsman sprang from his foaming bay And slowly approached the deer. Daintily stepped the doe, his prey, Behind a thicket there. The lord, he ,followed most cautiously When lo! What did he see But a beautiful lady reclining there Behind 'yon greenwood tree. The lord, surprised, advanced a pace Toward her gracious smile. Entranced, again he forward steppedg Away backed she in guile. Oh stay, please stay! the lord he cried: Alas, he cried in vain. n ' Oh stay, please stay! the huntsman cried, But she was gone again. For days and nights the huntsman searchedg Alas, he searched in vain, For she was but a playful nymph Whose love he could not gain. For days and nights' the huntsman searched And knew not where he went. For he was searching for his love And not on hunting bent. And he may still be searching yet: Alas, he did not find The dyrad who had captured him And fair entranced his mind. And where is she? A doe again, New huntsmen are her preyg Wfho innocently follow her From duty, far away. -LUCILLE sci-IREIBER, wa. G 1wn1'nd'sugv D -es: 5 :-- H . Reverie . Golden river, your crystal waters trickllng o'er shining silver stones, , Flowing ever onward to the great blue sea, Tell me, are you happy or do you dance and sing And make believe that you really want to go? On your sparkling surface, clearly outlined by the beams Of sun, calm upon your laughing waters, Lies a small brown leaf. A A Tell me, will you carry this frail fairy-craft Until you reach your journey's end? My eyes are blurred by your sparkling watersg The months go slowly by. Shall we reach the end 'of our adventures? Will the leaf? Will you? Will I? H -MARY LOUISE ANDREW, 10a. we wk rl- as wk 4 A Name Though it cannot be said , That we are to blame, . Our personalities Are put into a name. Some names are mellow, Honored for years 3 Others are hidden, Obscured by the tears Of the hard working people Who vainly have striven So that the ones who follow Could be given A name. There are those who in turn Must themselves work Towards a name from which Their children need not shirk. There are those whose grand-fathers, And fathers, too, Who for their line Have achieved their due In a name. -CLIFFORD s. ROBERTS, 10a. Pan's Wood Here in this silent wood No birds will nest, Here not a wandering doe E'er will find restg Here are no rabbit runs, No wood-chucks here g Only the stillness now, In sunlight clear. Here 'neath the silver moon Silence reigns still, Trees whisper each, He comes, Olver the hill. Comes he and dances here, Soft-hoofed, alone. His pipes are his music, Shrilly they moan. --JANE PRIESTLEY, lla.