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

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Faculty Sponsors Appoint Staff Ior Various Departments om Coififnv, a veteran reporter on the news stafI, a writer with initiative on the editorial board, and an able assistant in make-up, has been appointed managing editor of the Mirror for 1937-38. This is the first time an incoming junior has been se- lected to hold the highest position on the Mirror. Business manager will be Frieda Levy. She has worked un- ceasingly during the past year soliciting and writing up ads for the Mirror, and the Orange and Black. Frieda will be in charge of all business affairs next fall. Marion Krueger, who has written several articles for the Mirror, has been chosen news editor for next year. She will be in charge of writing and collecting news material. Lola Grace Harding, who has worked on both editorial and news staffs, is to be chairman of the editorial board. As chair- man, she will carry out the policy and style of the paper, and will have complete responsibility of the editorial page. Rose Mary O'Connell has been chosen girls' sports editor. Other appointments for next fall will be made from a list of pupils who have had some journalistic training. Those who have signed up with Miss Hand for Mirror work are: Darlene Quinn, Elizabeth Stark, Lyle Coats, Anna Ruth WVamsley, Vivian Skibba, Bill YVerner, Peter Green, Iohn Replinger, Ben Derman, Harry irror Xeeutives lQ37-1Q38 Mif1N,flGlNG EDITOR Zeman, Ted Iefferies, Lorraine Sweet, Anne Paley, and Ruth ' Levin. ToM COFFEY B U S I N E S S M ,-I N .fl G E R Gad-Abollt FRIEDA LEVY Confessions 0 an Ac!-Getter ...by Frieda Levy YK ELL, you're rather short but then I am short on wait- resses,'l said the manager of the G-+ Hotel, before I had a chance to tell him my business, which was to get an ad for the school paper. I tried to laugh at his mediocre jokes, until he Finally gave me a large ad. After my second stop I began to believe I actually looked like a waitress, because here, too, the genial proprietor afforded me another job, because he said, HYou could sell a roast chicken din- ner to someone who intended ordering only a hamburger. After all this encouragement he disappointed me greatly by buying the cheapest ad we had to ofIer. One of my regular stops is at Mr. I. Browns, a short, dark man, with more hair on his upper lip than on his head. He al- ways greets me with, I'm not in today. After resorting to all sorts of methods and ruses to extract an ad from him, even going so far as to carrying out my own little sit-down strike, I Hnally bid him good day with the ad safely tucked into my bags. I always go to see Mr. C. Smith last. Heas a roly-poly man who can always be found in the cashier's cage. I never can come in with the intention of selling him an ad for our paper as he always buys a large ad in our annual. Nevertheless, I never get a rejection from him. Mr. Smith is very particular and always wants to write his own ads. livery time I come for the finished product, it isn't ready. I'm always saluted with, 'fHello, sweet- heart, come back tomorrow. Without fail, I always have to write the ad for him at the very last moment. Such are the trials and tribulations of your ad solicitor. page .rz'z'm

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When l Covered the Qffiee Front ' During the past year I have found myself visiting the office quite frequently. You see, it was my job to get all the inside information available for print in our high school publication, The Madison lVlirror. Stories on future programs, activities of Central grads, and the outcome of various elections supposedly unknown to the school until printed in the paper . . . all this formed a part of my duties. ' Through these contacts I became more closely asso- ciated with the office staff, and I grew to know this part of the faculty as interesting and very helpful indi- viduals, not as high executives whom we should hold in fear and awe. ' Their interest in our personal welfare and advance- ment struck me, a student of Central, as being the thing which makes Central a fine school, worthy of recognition. ' Guided by lVlr. Waehler, our principal, and other members of the faculty, we have progressed to a de- gree where we can always be proud of Central. The broadening influence of this past year of closer associa- tion with the faculty has made me a better citizen of Central, and a far more understanding one. 'I hope that everyone can have the opportunity to enjoy freer contacts with the people who guide the destinies of our school, and they will leave Central with greater understanding and a deeper realization of the importance of their high school careers. -LOUISE DUBOIS

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Musieale Tnferlude ...by fum' Bl1f'UC'.fbLIf'fZ t'PPosE today is Tuesday and you have the sixth period free. Your thoughts have heen meditating all day on what you will do with your precious free period. Finally you decide to visit a hand rehearsal. The sixth period tardy hell has just rung and as you enter room 302, the first thing that comes to your eyes is the c fi a i r s and the music racks which are all ar- ranged in a semi- circle. In the cen- ter of this is a wooden platform, a stool, a haton, and scores of mu- SIC. The musicians start the task of tu n i n g their instruments. Mr. lsllose, the director, as- cends his p l a t f 0 rm with a tuning scale in his hands. VVoodwinds, your t u n i n g note, de- mands Mr. Klose nod- ding to the wood- winds. lust as soon as he produces the tuning note from the scale a trumpet, hass, or a trom- hone hegins playing some memorized phrase. Sh! XVoodwinds only! exclaims the director. s I i i 1 After the Woodwinds are tuned the hrasses are tuned. Ten minutes later this procedure is over. Then a few scales and rhythms are played from the 'Lteehnical fun hook. 'Deep Purple, is up, exclaims Mr. Klose as he goes through his pile of score hooks on his rack trying to find the se- lected piece. Meanwhile, the pupils take the music from their folders and start practicing a solo passage or a favorite strain. Quietl Please! screams the director, finally picking up the music he has heen looking for. Standing up, he seizes his haton with his right hand, taps it on the top of his rack and plunges the hand into Deep Purple. After commenting, praising, and patching up different pas- sages, he turns the hand to a march called Old Panama. How many heard the University Band Concert Sunday? asked Mr. Klose, dropping hack on his stool. Quite a few hands are raised and then the clarinetist, Nick Margetis, asks the teacher how he liked a certain overture the university hand had played. K'Put it away, says Mr. Klose, after spending fifteen minutes on Old Panama, 'sand take out 'Dunedin'! A clarinet player is the first to find a saxophone to join him. Sh! Sh! pleads the director, running from his rack to the piano and seizing Dune- din from its hiding place. We haven't got a part, yells a third corner. I passed those parts out last week, explains Mr. Klose, looking for his haton. I left it at . . . at home. stammers the musician. 'LDunedin is finally rehearsed. ln the middle of the trio Mr. Klose taps the top of his rack, stopping the hands and Roh Rowe straightens himself up and rehearsal starts again turns to another cornetist and says, Rowe, will you please sit up and put hoth feet on the floor? Taking his time,