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

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Orange and Black 1935-1936 Sports Review Hoot kali ... From Be£innin£ to End by Ed Rohde, sports editor Action! Kenosha—Now one ol the tough teams came to town, an.l we “sets 'em on their heels 13-0, with King Oakey sprinting 82 yards for a touchdown. Janesville—This was one of those Saturday morning alTairs, and there were only alxiut 300 ol us there. We beat the Blucjays 33-7. Madison Hast—Well, here was a game. I he Ixiys just about pulled each others' hair out. It was the annual Armistice day game, anti the result was . . . oh, you know. East cinched the Big Eight title with this victory. At the end of the season the Mirror All-City team was picked ami Central had a total of nine on the first and second teams. Placing on the first team were |oc Teastlalc at guard. Marry Bros-irom at tackle, |ohn Schara. end, and Boh Arnold, halfback. On the second leant: Charley lohnson, Tom Motisi, Chuck S|iecht, King Oakey, and Vilas Owen. tn me past it has always been the custom in I writing the football season summary lor the annual Orange and Black to describe the team, the players, the games, and so on. This year I am going to go sour on old man tradition and give you a brief outline of the football season from he-ginning to end. Central had an eight game schedule in 1935 and won three, tied two, and lost three. An account of the games in their order follows: Fond du late—In the opener, Central beat Fond du Lae l'J-0. Vi Owen and Bolt Arnold chalked up one touchdown each. John Ellis fell on a blocked punt for the last goal. Fete Accardo kicked the extra point. Racine Far —Central tied Racine Park in us first Big Eight game 7-7. It was a hard fought battle, and the liest team didn't win. Madison West—The biggest show of the year. West beat Central 6-0. The only score of the game was made on a pass from Olson to Schwartz. Everyone went home feeling bad. that is, cxccjx the West kids. La Crosse—An out of town game that few saw. but they say it was a good mud battle. The score was 6-6. lieloit Well, there were aliout ten of us who went down to Beloit to sec our boys do their stuif. but Beloit “squelched the Orange and Black. Tlic score was 19-6. You have to he a football playn . . .' Reading from left lo right—Pint Row. .rated: R. Koellen. G. Beld. F. Di Martino. R. Mathew . S. Buchanan. I - W K- VanM‘ J Bjd' enna. J. Replinger. R. Wieg. R. Baily, E. Pohlman. W. Rohde. B. Mitchell, B. Column. Second Row: J. Mala . Fu,k ‘- S- Burauester. R. Fau.t. B. Buck.na.ter. H. Rohr. J. Teasdale. B. Frarier. T. Motisi, R. Kamrath, A. Muck . J. Lombardo. E. Tulli . Mgr. N. Jmm-ton. Third Row: B. Skuldt. M. Fox. E. Storm. J. Cochems, Capt. V. Owen. L. Sander, C Specht. C. Johnson, H. Brostrom, S. Chiovero, J- Schara. B. Arnold. F. Stump, K. Oakey, Coach “Mike Koakey.

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C o n t ri }uto rs L u First Prize...Shaw Contest IVhy Ft thing Is My Favorite Spoil by Fred Cash vwriiixiw where did my cork go? Boy, look .11 him YY run” with that line. Easy, now, go easy. All right, now pull. Ah, a fifteen |x und pike if it weighs one ounce. Have you ever said those words or watched the rapt expression on the lace of a (terson who was saying them? Unless you have ever caught a large pike, you will not lie able to imagine the sensations which play lag on your backbone. 'Hie feel ot that yanking and jerk ing pole, that can have nothing other than a pike or a pickerel on the end, is enough to compensate you for the dis-comforturc you have gone through with to get it. 'Hie feeling or tingling sensation is not only exhilarating, but it is rare. It is not to lie found when your tcc-olT reaches 2Stl yards. Neither is it to lie tound when your bullet passes through the heart of a deer. Hut I dare you to put a struggling minnow on a strong hook and line, and not ex|ieri-encc that sensation when your line snaps taut and the rod acquires that arch that only a struggling fish can give it. Oh, yes. there arc discomforts which seem to take the joy out of fishing. Hut so arc there things which take the joy out of everything, ‘lliom bushes which trip you when you arc trying to stalk a deer. Sand traps which take the joy out of golf, etc. Hut you sit in a lso.it lor an hour without a sign of a fish, and with a blustering wind dousing you with cold spray. Then let your jkiIc and line suddenly stiffen and quiver, and your discomfort drops from you like a cloak. Instantly it seems to get warmer. Hie wind seems to ebb and a warm glow fills your liody. Hy the time the fight is over and your fish is landed, you arc eager for a repetition of the last hour's discomforts if, at the end of that time, another such prize is waiting. Second prize was won by lili abcili Park and third prize by Nicholas Mar cto. Alida Ann Taylor received honorable mention. IjOSt It is Saturday morning and from a lofty steeple, nearby, nine strokes of the (sell arc sent ringing through the air. It is this l cll in the Holy Redeemer tower that weekly marks the rehearsal time of the Central High school Musicians' Club dance orchestra. In the band room on third floor, where rehearsals arc held, a feeling of emptiness and silence prevails. Such is the beginning of the rehearsal, for these musicians believe that silence is a basic requirement for all music. After a quarter of an hour elapses, the steady clap of feet on the steps carries the first souls up to the band room. Cases are opened and arc strewn over the room; to Ik- sure, within a few moments one can easily realize the attraction of the wide open sjiaces. Commander (that's leader Rohde) finally announced (hat number M, the theme song, l.ost, is up, and hrigadeers prepare to follow his orders. Some, however, discover that lx st is truly lost. Following a few snappy choruses the more important individualists put in their appearance, surprised to learn that the rehearsal has already started. At length the warm-up is concluded and the orchestra, conqxm-d of a drum, piano, l ass, ami cornet, begins to hit on all four, while the other nine pieces arc still lost. Indeed, one may now say that the full tones ami swing rhythm coming forth sounds more like die Ontr.il Hrigadeers of old, that took the horn out of amateur in a recent contest. Hut listen! Now someone has put a wrench in the works! You’re rushing, says the tenor man to the drummer and proceeds to let himself go. Indeed, from now until the last chord of Alexander's Rag Time Band, the orchestra is somewhat out of control; in fact, one listener still insists that Lights Out was Truckin'. —fot Bahnett The Opera |«k never let anyone tell you that ojicra is all right, he is cither trying to get revenge or else he is not a friend. I was in New York last winter and the family made me go to the Metropolitan ()| era I louse with them. When I got the tickets. I asked the man's advice as to the best location. Hr replied that all true lovers of music took dress circle and balconies and that he had some good center dress circ'cs at three bucks f cr. I Irre's a tip. Jim. If the Imx office man ever hands you that true lover stuff, reach through the little hole and sock him on the jaw for me. 1 le has it coming. Take my word for it that we were at least a quarter of a mile away from the stage. We went up in an elevator and were shown our scats, and who was right behind us but our old pal, Huil laiscy. from (!lii. Hud had his sisters with him and gave me the sad look that said plainer than words. So you got hooked too! We introduced all hands around and at alxnit o'clock the curtain went up. After we had waited alx»ut ten minutes, a fat, greasy Dago came out with nothing on but a l»ear rolic. lie went across the stage and sal on a bum rock and even from my truc-lover's scat you could see he was madder than a hornet alniut something. Next, in came a woman jnd none of the true-lovers seemed to know who site was. Sonic said she was Portia and some said Jessica. Hud and I decided she was Mac West. We were wrong though, as Mac West has this dame beat any lime. As soon as Mike, the Dago, saw her, it was all olT. l ie rushed in and drove a short arm jab. which would have handed him the purse if it hail con ncctcd. Hut Shifty Sadie wasn't there. She ducked, sidestepped. and handed a clever half-arm hook, which seemed to stun the hig guy. Tlicy clinched and swayed back anil forth, growling continually while the orchestra played trembly. Liza crossing the ice music. |oc, I'm not stretching this a bit, it hapjicned just as I write. Suddenly someone seemed to win. 'Ilicy broke away and ran wildly, with their arms outstretched, to the front of the stage and shouted to beat the band. 'Hie orchestra let go something terrible. The leader tore about $' worth of hair and acted generally as if lie had a screw loose somewhere. I thought sure the place would Ik pinched. It reminded me of Dusty Dan's roadhouse- out in Merrill, Wisconsin, when the Terrible Turk started a general survival of (he fittest the time Molly the Mink danced twite with the young man from Albany, Of course, this audience was perfectly orderly and showed no intention of cutting in, and there were no glasses or chairs in the air, but I am forced to admit that the o| cra had Dan's beat for noise. I asked Hud what the trouble was and he said I could search him. The audience apparently went wild. Everybody said, “Simply sublime!. Isn’t it grand?, “Perfectly superb!, “Bravo!, etc., not because they enjoyed it, hut In-cause it was the proper thing to do. After that, for three solid hours Rough House Mike anil Shifty Sadie seemed to Ik- .-qiologiz- (eontinned on page 10) 23

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Olympic By Margaret Bewick A croup of four to eight boys Mood in the ofTice of Principal Thomas IJoyd-Joncs, approximately thirty years ago, and listened to their superior tell them of expulsion. It seems that if they did not stay the activities of their o r g a n i z a • tion, the Olympic Cluh, there w o u I d l c no alternative but to leave the school. The voice of Mr. | o n c s m u s t have held a dread intonation to those boys. Their club was purely a social and athletic institution governed u nder strict rules. Al-though the close of that meeting is in the shadows of the past, we find t It a t despite the expulsion threat, the club lived and thrive d. be c o m i n g, perhaps, one of the most brilliantly managed affairs in southern Wisconsin, if not in the entire Justin Sam Barmy year I‘ 11; it was planned as a young men's club, which met at the old lackson Clinic on Hamilton street. Later, new members were added ami before long the organization consisted of over 100 men. The institution look permanent headquarters above the old Palace of Sweets, on State Street where the Davis and O’C-onncll Clothing store now stands. The rooms were numerous; there were two cloak rooms, a grill, and a general assembly hall where the young women were entertained. iKsidcs several smokers. The rooms were furnished in mission style, while old Knglish hunting scenes adorned the walls. For color, the club claimed a negro janitor, Ace Washington, and the fast orchestras oi Al Thompson, who reigned supreme at the various dances given by the club. In athletics the institution ranked supreme. Favorite sport was basclxill, and in those days this team was one to Ik feared. The club bail, t«x», its own football team ami one of the fastest indc|icndcn! basketball teams in the state. All in all. the Olympic Club of Madison was an admirable social and athletic organization, and Central may claim a share of the praise due the club, since the atTair was started by the Madison I ligh school ancestors. With the club as a mutual background, the writer wishes to introduce to Central three of the charter members, Sam Barry, “Babe Jackson, and Johnny Mlied. Sam (his real name is lustiii) Barry won Utters in football, basketball, tiascball, and track and captained for one year the loot hall team and led the basketball team to victory lor two seasons. It lias been found that his aim while attending Madison High was to graduate (he was here for five years and six weeks); he was noted for his girl friends; his hobby was dancing. In the 191(1 Tycobcrahn, Coach Jones of Ontral, now track coach of the University of Wisconsin, said of Sam, He can pull in the hall if thrown within twenty feet of him. Men who bumped up against our innocent looking ‘Sammy' usually came down. In connection with the Olympic Club, lie was considered quite a prankster. Our of his most original and exasperating jokes was to fill one hand with water, enter a room where a group were indulging in 50Q, stand over them and produce a tremendous “kachoo, showering them gen crously. Meekly, he would beg their purdon and escape to another room. He assisted Tom Jones here for one year, after which he obtained the position of athletic director and football coach at Knox College at Calcs (continued on page id) state of Wisconsin itself. The Olympic Club was formed by four Madison High school athletes, Arnold “Babe Jackson, Justin Sam Barry. “Johnny Blied. and Joe Fitch. in the ’M’ Clul, Front Row. left to right: Rube Fault, King Oakry, Joe Trasdalr, Mr. Frances Sullivan, advisor, Claude Hopkins, Pete Arcardio, and Ralph Kamrath. Second Row: Edgar Tullis, Don Mueller, John Badenna, Frank Stump, Neil Jimieson, Bob Arnold. I.orrian Ethan, and Mel Fox. Third Row: John Schara, Earl (trier, Charles Spec hi. Charlie Johnson, Vilas Owen, and Roland Koellrn. They may he football heroes—but they're weaklings when the curtain falls 25