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

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Mirror Staff MARY ELLEN FARRELL will head the Mirror staff of 1940-41 as editor- in-chief. Mary F.llen's interest in jour- nalism began in junior high school and has developed through her reporter days on the Mirror. Ralph Hatheld, who will return the first semester next year, will guide the advertising staff. Ralph, assisting this se- mester, has to his credit a course in salesmanship and advertising at Louis- ville, Kentucky. Caryl Shimming will assist him. Darrell Ryan will become sports edi- tor, Eileen O'Neill will be in charge of the feature page. Many veteran report- ers and special writers will return. Harmful oneg y by Jack new OE HARPER was a hard-working, hon- est type of man, but his fine habits were of little avail at the present because he had been out of work for four months. His wife, Mary, had done much the past four months to help keep them in existence. She had taken in washings, done sewing, and many other small, odd jobs where she could earn a few dollars for groceries and rent. David, their son, was two years of age. He knew what it was to go without supper many times, and knew very little of what candy or any kind of sweets were. The Harpers lived in Findlay, a small coal-mining town in southwestern Pennsylvania about sixty miles from Pittsburgh. Joe had been trying to obtain work in one of the numerous coal mines about Findlay, after having been laid off his truck- driving job. Finally a glorious day came. Joe ran home, picked up his baby and kissed it, and, with his wife in his arms, told her that he was to start work the next morn- ing at seven oiclock for the lnter-State Coal Company. Mary was very happy- so happy that she took the two dollars she had made that very day doing Mrs. Johnstonis laundry and bought enough food for a fine dinner that night. How good it was to be living, they thought. They had their baby, food, and now Joe's job. Of course his salary was small to start with, but Joe proved his ability and obtained a raise. Soon everything was going smoothly. Mary did not have to work any more. Joe had Saturday afternoons off. and the three usually packed a picnic lunch and went to the Zoo for the remainder of the day. Joe was teaching David to swim in the small lake near the Zoo, and en- joyed this as much as David did. David was such a joy to Mary and Joe. They had something to work for in life, an ambition, something to strive for. They wanted David to grow up, to attend school and college, and make something of himself. They could sit for hours and talk of what would become of David. Mary pictured him as a famous doctor or lawyer. ,loe could see that he would be a great athlete and possibly become coach of Notre Dame or Southern Cali- fornia. They were so proud of him, they would sacrifice anything for David. Four years passed. David was six now, in fact, his birthday was that very day. Mary had baked a cake and had planned a fine dinner for David. The three of them had a party together. Joe had bought a wagon for the boy, and Mary had made him a new suit. The child was very happy. The party ended by David's falling asleep in his mother,s arms while Joe was reading him a story. Mary took the boy into the bedroom and tucked him in his small bed. David had been going to school for the past two years. He was growing to be a fine, sturdy young man. His par- ents truly cherished him. The Harpers had even saved a little money. Within another week or two, Joe hoped to move out of the two small rooms they were living in. One night Joe came home from work and told Mary that there had been two lawyers over to the mine to see him. He was called.from his work and ques- tioned about his family background, his birthplace, and 'ga million other ques- tions, as Joe stated it to Mary. One week later these same two lawyers came to Joe's home. After a lengthy discus- sion, to Mary and Joeis surprise, one of the men told Joe that he had inherited two million dollars and a large estate on Long lsland, New York. At first Mary and Joe did not believe it, for it was impossible, they thought, for any- thing of that nature to happen to them, the plain and simple Harpers. When at last they were convinced, Mary went in and got David. The parents stayed up until two o'clock in the morning talking about it, but David did not know much of what was going on-just that his parents were very happy. Within the next four months, the Harpers had moved to Long Island to their country estate. At first it was hard for them to become accustomed to their maids, butlers, chauffeurs, etc., but as time went on, they became very much at home, in fact, too much. Joe had be- come a member of a distinguished downtown club in New York. He was seldom at home in the evenings. He had never known what it was previously to have money, and now that he had in- herited so much, he was determined to have a good time, with little regard for his family. He visited night clubs and was intoxicated often. He was 'amakings' the headlines in the newspapers, not be- cause of heroic behavior, as he was capable of showing. but for his mad spending of money, his exploits, and his trail of parties and good times. Truly, he had gone umoney madf' At first Mary did not know what to do. She thought of getting a divorce, but then trontinuerl on page thirly-six? page thirty-u

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The Psg eholoqist JOHN JAMES BECKER sat in his seat just about as tensely as any one in an eight-o'clock psychology class of young Professor Watkins could have sat. His eyes reflected the sparkle and zeal that emanated from those of the worthy instructor, and hung on his every word with an almost pitiful earnestness. ln fact, it is doubtful if there was a soul present who was not moved by the dy- namic power of Professor Watkins when he was lit to the highest flame of enthu- siasm for his subject, which he most certainly was today. It was most doubt- ful, especially when that subject hap- pened to be his newest theory on the relation of the unconscious to the con- scious mind . . . John was completely convinced that this hero of his was right, that Thomas and Aichorn and Watson and all the rest of the world's psychologists were horribly far off on their explanations of the subject. After all, hadnit Professor Watkins explained the whole situation to him yesterday in the heart-to-heart talk they had had following class, and hadnat he explained to him just how the whole thing worked out? Of course he had. He had even confided to John the blushed with pride at Watkins' trust in himl that he was conducting another of his surveys among his pupils to classi- fy them according to something or oth- er, he wasnit quite sure what. And to climax it all, Watkins had asked John then if he wouldn't care to help him by choosing some one of his fellow class- mates, analyzing him, and reporting his findings. Would he care to help him! It sent chills up and down John's boyish frame to think of his position of honor. All last year as a freshman he had walked up and down the hill to classes, staring with awe at the majestic, pre-occupied looking professors as they passed him by, dreaming, hoping, of someday hav- ing the supreme experience of simply being a member of their classesg and now, here he was, actually helping one of these demi-gods in his quest for knowledge! John had his man all picked out. It hadn't taken him long to spot the ideal victim for the survey in his daily walks page thirty by Jackie Ugilvie on the campus, for his eye had almost immediately caught one of the most destitute-appearing characters on the college grounds. In truth, it must be admitted that our prey, Harry Botska, was a sorry sight on his lonely journeyings about. You were pretty hard-boiled if your heart didnit give you a little tug of sym- pathy as you watched him shuffle out of the chemistry building on a biting March day, saw his eyes gaze pleadingly at a leaden sky that threatened to pour its torrents upon him at any moment, and saw him draw his short, inadequate jacket about an undernourished body as he hurried away. John had made several futile attempts to enter the unfortunate's acquaintance, but without success. Once as they both passed out of the Brinstone's history lecture he started the thing off by ask- ing for a light, and was immediately rebuffed with the reply that Harry didn't smoke. On another occasion he hastily snatched up a physics manual the pur- sued had let fall, returned it with much jabbering on his part, and received a retort of frigid silence from Harry Botskafs person. This, John decided, was more than just a case of poverty, here was some- thing more deeply seated than that. A fellow who would turn you cold when you smiled at him was queer somewhere, and John felt he knew the root of trou- ble. Home environment. That was it. Only last week Professor Watkins had devoted five class periods to it, turning the subject inside out and upside down until his patient listeners were thor- oughly saturated in every angle of it by the time he had exhausted his knowl- edge. How idiotic of him not to have thought of that before-home environ- ment, of course. -Father undoubtedly a good-for-nothing drunk, -Mother an illiterate old sport who bounded the life out of a son that was vainly striving to overcome the awful influence of slum life. John gave a shudder at the mental picture of Harry Botska writing themes and studying music in the stenching en- vironment. He knew now that he must learn to know the boy, to gain his friendship, to help him out of the rut. It was his unavoidable duty as the as- sistant of Professor Watkins and as a good psychologist. And John was as good as his vow. Within a week his dogged perseverance had melted the ice, had overcome the obstacle of aloofness in Harry, and brought forth the desired fruit-an al- most intimate friendship between them. True enough, he hadn't learned much of Harry's personal life yet, but give him time, and the boy would talk all right. Today they were sauntering out of chemistry lab together, conversing in a most affable manner. It was the quiet voice of Harry that broke into his com- panion's friendly prattle. Say, I'm sor- ryf, he began, but I'm headed for home, so I'll be leaving you heref' And he shifted about to cross the traffic-laden intersection. Johnis heart skipped a beat, here for the first time in their acquaintance his prey had mentioned homeg he mustn't for anything let this chance to see the place slip through his fingers. He spoke rapidly. Apparently youlre going in my di- rection today. Mind if I walk on with you? Again they marched on together as John inwardly patted himself on the back for a good piece of quick thinking. They tramped on for blocks, through the cityis smoke-filled factory section, through the dusty downtown, into an ex- clusive residential area, still keeping up that buoyant flow of conversation led by persistent John. But at an unexpected moment Harry stopped in his tracks-stopped before a dwelling that caused John to gasp with awe-3 it was a mansion of the sort one reads about in novelsg a veritable palace. Pm afraid I must be leaving you this time. I live here, you seef' laughed Harry, strolling up the handsome ter- race. Dad is off for Paris on business again this afternoon, and I must bid him good-by before he leaves, and oh, say-,,' running back to his fainting friend, I hope you'll forgive the attire live been going around in these past weeks, the boys down at Cappa Chi al- ways push some darned thing like this on a fellow when he's being initiatedf'

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partment House Pup by Robert sham.. 66 Y CANINE friends, this is the apartment house pup speaking. I wonder just how many of you realize what kind of a life I lead? For instance, do you know that most of my days are spent indoors? I am not at constant war with the elements as arc many of my brothers, or even you. From the wide spacious lawn of my home I am able to look out upon the passers-by with a secure observance that, never as long as I stay within bounds will it be necessary for me to forge and foray into the limitless ex- panse of city, state, or world. Right now I see two struggling bi- peds fighting for position against an un- seen foe. I cannot see this force that necessitates their holding one hand on the hat and the other hand grasping tightly, almost hercely. the waist coat about each. All I know is that at night, when all is quiet and my master has gone to bed, this same unseen thing brings eerie sounds to my ears. I feel no chill from that part of the element, for I am inside, 'living the life of Riley,' where all is peace and quiet and warmth and comfort. Hlfvery day I see an elderly man ex- erting himself down the street, half lead- ing, half being pulled by a French Scot- tie. I am sure the old man would much rather be at home peacefully retiring in an easy rocking chair. His doctor's or- ders I suppose. The Scottie doesnit seem to enjoy the stroll very much-how can I tell? Oh, by the appearance of his ears, the slight droop of the short tail, and the decided drag of his feet instead of a perk of prettiness accompanied by a slight prance. He too, would appreciate very much the umbrella' like security of a cozy fire and hearth. Some say it is cruel to keep a dog cooped up all day in a closed apartment. I donit think so. Of course I have pangs of sorrow that I canit go with my master in the morning. The day is so long with- out him. But then again, I think I have a pretty good time-at least I find enough to keep me busy, like chewing up my masteris best pipe-it was such nice 'chewings' but oh was he cross at me. And then too, do I have fun when my mistress sweeps and dustsl I just run and bark at those crazy little things she pushes around-and that thing that makes all the noise but, so says my mis- tress, takes up the dirt. Well, one day there was a lot of excitement-things were packed up, I couldn't find any of my toys, and people were running around everywhere. Then, all of a sud- page thirty-two den, I realized I was not in my old ac- customed roomsgbut in a strange place. I guess we moved, because we stayed therehand am I glad! because I can see out of the windows so much better where we are now. Sometimes we go visiting where they have other dogs. Une place I remember especially. They had a big Dauberman Pinscher. Now, I am just a little thing-22xI4,'fbut oh golly gee! did I make him run. All I did was bark, nip his heels and follow him around and then he would get scared and run. He couldn,t get away from me no matter how hard he ran. Now, my fa- vorite trick is to get into the nuts. Those shells are so much fun to crack, to say nothing of how good what was inside of them tasted. As usual, my feats are not appreciated. 6'Once in a while when my master is down in the dumps, I jump up into his lap, look into his deep blue eyes, sniff at his sort of stubby nose, and then lick his facefthat always bringsf'oh you flea bitten little scoundrell' and we're all happy again. Somehow, the way he rubs my head as he sits and quietly smokes his pipe by the evening tire that sort of thing always igetsf a dog like me. I don't know about you but I can guess. HA click in the door latch, gee! I hope that's my master--I'm sure he-'ll take me for another long run. Itis funlif 'A man with an umbrella often de- notes a peaceful mein. Indians Are We--- trolllinnerl front page serenfcenl meaning Young Maiden. The adoption into his family entitles me to the use of prim-css before my Indian name. The next summer, when my baby half-sister. Priscilla Dee, was eight months old, on a simi- lar summer excursion, headed by my father, Chief Yellow Thunder conferred the honor of adoption upon her. Wearing a red headband with a white feather in it, unafraid and quite unconcerncd, she played with the bead work that hung about his neck as he held her in ltis arms. Ile prayed in Indian fashion and in the Indian tongue asked the Great Spirit to give him a name for her. Ile finally said, She r-hall be called 'Kay-lot-so-winga,' meaning 'over and above all, blue sky'. These men. Theodore Roosevelt. Calvin Cool- idge, Emannuel Philipp, Walter Kohler. Fred Zimmerman, S o l o m o n I.evitan, Charles E. Brown, are known to most people as presi- dents, governors. and state officials. To lm they are even closer, they are my brothers. We arf- Indians. - -Donornr Ihtovvn 0 Spring God has Ilis way to give us hope Witll which lo start another year. Ile gives us spring refreshing spring, .Ind we forget the wintt-r's drcar. The world no longer mourns in black. Iler dress is now' bright green. She's left behind all sorrow, And gaiety rules supreme. ---DOI.0nt-is limi-Ltrr. Ftmtwx RAN!-I, Anthony Holloway, and Elvin Nehmer are working on a new consti- tution for the Ushers' Club.