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June THE ORANGE AND BLACK. 1934 Central Hi-Y for 1934 Front Row (Ull to right)—Arnold Voa . Memory; Clifford Roberts, vtcr-pr.«ldrnt; Mr. E. P. Nldtri, lac-ulty sponsor; Chat I a Olmi. prwaUWnl; Donald Nrl«m. Ir.AMirrr. Srerad Row (Ml to right)-Clifford O'Connor. Chntmrr H.tubrif, Erwtl Jnncr. Roger Lloyd. H.tv.y Burr. Quentin Johuton Third Row (Ml to right )-CharU» Rohrrls. CK.rU. hlnimmon.. Cart Ur Blackburn. Urban Farrell Girl Reserves Through some fifteen years of existence this organization ha established itrelf a a pioneer in many field ol activities ami a a general errdit to tlic school The accompanying p c-lure embodies only the members of tlte last semester Central Hi-Y. with the exception of Jay Bnrrb. (•irl Reserve Club work during the j a»t year has embraced many lines of activity. The girls of the club colored eggs, bought candy, and filled and distributed Raster baskets to the children at the Bradley Memorial I h »-pital Several club meeting were spent in repainting the furniture of thee lub room at the Y.W.C.A., which is used by all the liirl Reserve clubs in the city. Each member also carried out vline handicraft project, such as making yarn purses, jewelry, or working m articles of a like nature. A two day trip to lamp Maria Ol-brich completed the dubs years' activities. Front Row (Uft to right)—Ev.lyn Lambmht. Belly MrU. JowphlM Schawr. Peggy Kroll. ElUo Bower, Bertha Kacur Bull Row (Ull lo right)—Gretchen Clunr. Edna Sprlh. LuclU SchrU brr. Kitty Holloway. Ushers Club for 1934 Top Row (Ult to right)—Robert Skuldt. Oti» Ingrbritaan. Billy Mug he. Clifford Kinder, John FiUgrrald. Mrrvin Fox. DkC Rrptinger. Ruben Faual. Crater Row (Ult to right 1—Chalmer Hatlrberg. Laurence Doyle, George Prate-. Mr. t.iebrabrrg. advisor. Walter Randall. William Solle. Clarence Frrger. Clifford O’Connor. Front Row (Uft to right)—Raymond B.mtniry Harold Mlnlrr. Richard Oakry. (HarUa Du Bolt. William McCabe. Donald Maynard. Edward Flom. The Central High School Ushers Club is to lx- conimemled un the excellent service they have rendered not only to tlu-ir scltool hut to the community at large by acting in the capacity of ushers at numerous reboot events and at other activities outside of the sehiMil where such service was needed.
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June THE ORANGE AND BLACK 1934 SNAPPED STRINGS MOONBEAMS shimmer on the o'ly waters. Just beyond the shadow of the swaying willows a canoe glides through the moon path and harmonious singing with the mellow twang of a guitar drifts up to two girls as they sit in silence on the hank. A sleepy bird twitters. Far away in the marsh, frogs croak their symphony of the night. The stars, like a necklace of dimonds spilled on jet-black velvet gleam down on the two sisters. “Just think, only tomorrow! whispers Marion. I know,” her companion replies. “I have tried hard this summer.” Yes, and you have improved immeasurably.” “Hut Josephine has had a tutor all summer. I wish she would speak to me. I should so like to be her friend.” “I can't see why. She’s always been perfectly horrid to you. We all have our faults, and she has her good po:nts too. But after the way she’s treated you! Why, that time when site came down to the tennis court to play while we had the court and we asked her to join us, she never even answered, but just turned her little nose up and left. I don’t see how you can like her. Marion didn't reply for a moment. Then she said. Cathy, I don't think she realizes how horrid she is and how much she injures our feelings. I think she needs a friend to help her and lead her from the little meannesses which hurt us so. Well, anyway, I hope you beat her badly in tomorrow's tournament and take her down a peg or two! Oh, Cathy, please. Of course, deep down, I do want to win, but 1 don't want to beat her badly ami if she really plays better than I do, I hope she wins.” Oh, you little angel, always thinking of other people. Well, it's time we were getting to bed if we expect to get up early ami practice.” Silently, arm in arm, they strolled to the cottage and went in. while the friendly old moon, now further from the horizon, smiled down «n the two girls. A dancing sunbeam awoke Marion the following morning. Yawning sleepily she remembered what day it was and leaped out of bed—the day! She wakened Catherine and soon they were racing to the tennis court, laughing, they resteel a moment. Then, after tightening the net. they began to play. Carefully, gracefully, Marion struck each hall with an accuracy only obtained from hard practice. Careful of that backhand. Marion. It should be a little stronger. “Fifteen-love.” “Fifteen-all.” “Thirty-Fifteen. They played wholeheartedly, oblivious of their surroundings, each concentrating on her form and on each movement. Neither n ticed a figure in the edge of the nearbly woods, silently watching them. “Well, we'd better quit or you’ll be too tired to play this afternoon. Now for a dip in the lake to cool off. Okay—I'll race you to the cottage! ' We'd better loosen the net first. Oh. yes, I almost forgot. Whal’d you tic it so tight for? I can't get it undone.’ Here, I'll do it. Marion laid down her racquet ami untied the stubborn knot. Then they raced gaily up the lane. When they had gone, the girl watching from the grove crept down to the court, mumbling to herself. “That Marion is too good a player. She always is so good—thinks she's smart. I’ll show her. I don't know yet what I'll do, but I’ll do something. She’s not going to beat me this afternoon. What’s this? It must be Marion's racquet—odd that it's so like mine—here's my chance. Now what'll I do? She looked around. No one was near. Slowly she drew her nail fi!e from her pocket and gazed meditatively at it. Should she or shouldn't she? Of course, it was wrong But then, she could see that Marion would beat her at fair play. Why not beat Marion at foul play? Carefully she rubbed four strings almost through near the top edge of the racquet. Then, placing the racquet where site had found it. she rctreated. Whcn Marion missed her racquet, she realized that she must have left it at the court that morning and hurried down the lane. Glancing down the wellworn path to the court, she saw the racquet where she had left it. As she stooped to ptek it up, a great rumbling noise sounded overhead and she gazed skyward to watch the daily passing of the mail plane on its way to Chicago. Site had heard much of the bravery of this particular pilot. So dreaming of aviators ami aviation, site tucked the racquet under her arm ami returned to the cottage. Suppressed excitement was in the very atmosphere that afternoon. Tl e earth steamed in the heat of the high sun. The cottagers avscmblcd on the sideline , eagerly awaiting the tournament which they had been anticipating all summer. The —9— Lucile Schreiber referee, a kinky youth with bright, smiling eyes, mounted the high step-ladder appropriated for the purpose and reposed in envied majesty beneath a huge sun umbrella on its summit. “First match. Fifteen-love. Thirty-love. “Forty-love. Forty-fifteen.” “Forty-thirty.” (lame.” And so, as the afternoon advanced, the first matches were played off and the championship match was called. So far, Marion and Josephine had heen in different groups, but now, each having won all former games, they were to meet with the championship at stake. “Match r Championship—Marion Clayton versos Josephine Van Tyne!” Marion and Josephine arose from their places on the sidelines ami selected their respective racquets from the pile. Both girls moved without speaking to the court. “1 want 'smooth.' Josephine asserted. “Then I’ll take 'rough,' said Marion. Josephine spun the racquet and waited. The racquet flopped— smooth side upward. “I prefer this court,” stated Josephine. “Then I have first serve.” “Fifteen-love.” “Thirty-love. Thirty-fifteen. •Thirty-all.” Forty-thirty.” Deuce.” “ 'Ad' out. Deuce. “'Ad' in. “Game.” First game of first set for Miss Clayton. Josephine won the second game and Marion. the third and fourth. The fifth was Josephine's ami the sixth Marion's, while Josephine also won the seventh. Marion tightened up and. by winning the eight and ninth, had the first set to her credit. Change courts—first game—second set I Love-fifteen. Fifiteen-all.” Twang! A string in Josephine’s racquet snapped. Josephine blanched, then blushed. Looking down at her racquet, she saw that she had Marion’s racquet ami realized that because the two were so similar, they had easily been exchanged in the racquet pile. Too late now to change, so she resolved to play her best and see if she couldn’t beat her regardless. “Thirty-fifteen. Thirty-all. (Continued on Pngc »)
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