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

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Two Clubs fyoA the Qe+te ial 'Wel a'ie Girls' Club a DEMOCRACY of Exf.F4.LKNi:i is obtained through superior contributions made by in dividuals anti organizations. The iirl ' Club has matlc such contributions this year tor the welfare of the Central I ligh School community. The Cirls Club was founded in 1925 by Mr. Volncy G. Barnes, principal of the sclsool at that time. He recognized the need lor a club “to promote friendship anti good citizenship among the girls of the school. More services arc contributed to the school by the Girls’ Club than by any other body in Central. It promotes friendship among the girls, earns money for the Scholarship bund, sends messages to pupils who are ill, helps visitors by means of a hospitality desk in tlie hall, gives programs and parties, anti generally aids girls and serves the school. The various projects in the tall, all of which have been successful, were: selling pins, neckerchiefs, streamers, | enn.ints, Christmas cards, paper wrappings, and ribbon. This spring, they have had a magazine sale, candy sales, and a rummage sale. Year ‘round services are a candy counter, a lost and found department in the office, a girl to send a get well card to an ill pupil, and the hospitality desk. Programs presented this year by the Girls’ Club have been the annual Skirt and Sweater day; Miss Arlitc Smith, a champion diver; the costume party; Miss ! Iclen Pukszta, dress designer; several faculty teas; and the Cosmetic Clinic. For the first time in Central’s history, the Girls' Club had a formal installation of officers. The program included speeches by outgoing officers and by Mary Jane Maloney, the new president, anti music by the Girls’ Triple Trio. Since the fall of 1934, Miss Elizabeth Ritzmann has served as sponsor of the club for two years. Miss Theresa Klcinhcinz for two years. Miss Nina Fredrickson for two years, and Miss Frances Metz for the present school year of 1940-41. —Jacqi'CLynk Hanson Art Club in American schools we have cooperation in- stead of coercion. The Art (3ub of Central High is one of the best examples of this democratic principle. What organization has not asked for the services of the Art Club and has not found them willingly given5 However, keeping up with all the demands for its services would Ik impossible without the help of the art classes. This year the Art Club hail a total of 19 members, of whom l.ilyanc lax svas president, William Lidh, vice-president; William (ash. treasurer; Janet Gaffney, secretary: and Claude Moss, program chairman. For the senior high operetta this year, The Pirates of Penzance. the stage crew was made up of members of the Art Club. One of them, Dorothy Felton, designed the two scenes for the production. Richard (continued on page 33) I I I

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Student Council tf-osi fiette L £ -Q(Uj-eA t+tte U Tom Miaui feet one an Each via Central students arc given more opportunity tor self-government. We arc earning this privilege by choosing wisely the members of the Stinlcnt Council, members who use the power they arc given justly and intelligently, and for our benefit. In the past year the C-ouncil has climbed high on the ladder of success, and they deserve a great deal of credit. It is their hope that some day the students of this school will be capable of complete sell-government. They feel that a student organization which has been carefully picked is just as important to us as is the picking of congressmen to our parents. Starting right otT at the beginning, we see that the Council was well organized licforc we got user! to sitting down all day. They gave their first contribution to the social activities of the year when they sponsored a very successful “get-acquainted dance. A few weeks later, the Council tacked a Central homecoming and gave several good pep meetings for this year’s great football team. Soon after this, they presented several auditorium programs, both educational and entertaining. As winter wore on, many of the fellows and girls began eating their lunches at school and from this circumstance arose a new problem. What to do at noon hour? What was to be done to keep all ot them from becoming I sored and turning to mischief for excitement? Again the Council took over. They set up ping-pong tables, presented movies, and obtained a special noon-hour study for the students. For the socially-minded they sponsored several after school and evening parties, and noon-hour dances. They even started a class for those who didn't know how to dance. 1 IIS urigh about one hundred thirty pound . Hr has blonde hair and brown eyes. Tom it a eery likable (hap. a member of the XI Club. French Club, totui tom witter and pern dent of Hi-Y. Tom' faror itr tpart ii A•adrtba l and hr nai on this year'i second tram. This spring, they lud a big election campaign lor next year's Student Council president anil vice-president. The president of the Council this year was I fenry Rinkc, from home room 117; vice-president, Hetty Boyle, home room 314. From the sophomore class. Dorothy Miller and Sum Rub nil . Il‘ ; Doris llusscv and William Robert Koch, 202; Frances Ludwig and Jack Schneider, 200; Selma Dewey, Edward O’Brien anil Richard Eberhardt, 212; Tom Conway and Bette lane Barton, 217; I-iVonnc Prescott and Clifton Hansen, 219; George Parisi and Clara DiLoreto, 324. Of the junior class. Lavonne Wold and Gene Mocn, 204; Mary Jayne Frankc and John Skclly. 210; Dorothy Felton and Arnold Esscr, 307; Katherine Cich and Bill Alvis, 313; Margaret Mary Smith and Myron Christensen. 314; and Frances Miller and Nick Gandolph. 315. From the senior class, representatives were: Rosalie Navarra and (Jeorge Torgeson. 117; Alice Bailey and Don McLcnnon, 203; lean Sell and Jim Heflcrnon, 201; Josephine Barbato and Charles Motisi, 208; Alice Kaiser and John Keda, 218; Jeanne Gaffney and Maurice Nelson, 301; Virginia Prenot and Steve derrick, 312. Opportunities lor self-expression in the program of live school, experience in government, and development of initiative and rcs|x nsihilitv arc some contributions of the Council to its members and the student body. More than ever today, employers and colleges arc considering student council work as a valuable asset to any pupil. The Council plans to develop its program so that more pupils can have valuable cx| cricncc in this work. —Tom Marsh m

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Short Story Aoi Much to He P oud 01 A hard-loo king young man, dressed in torn and shabby clothes, slipped slowly and cautiously into the dry, dark doorway of Bchrmun's Printing Company in the small town ot Tcrryville. It was a cold, gloomy night, and the rain, coming down in torrents, caused everything to be water and mud. Jim, as a few people knew him, was soaked to the skin. He stood as straight as possible and scarcely moved in order to keep his cold, wet clothing from rubbing against him. He was so hungry it seemed as it he had no stomach at all, for his licit was wrapjicd almost twice around him. |irn was used to this sensation, for he was another one of those hopeless thousands who roam about the world with nothing to do but keep out of the way of the police. I Ic had never gone beyond the eighth grade in school because he was too stupid. 1 lis father had plenty of money to send him if Jim had had the brains. But Jim was clever enough to learn the ropes of the world. I Ic made one big mistake, however, which he always regretted. He never was caught. He regretted this situation because he felt like a man being constantly watched. In other words, he had a weak conscience. I Ic hated officers; he hated women; hr hated to do an honest day’s work; in fact, he even hated to hear his name mentioned, which was usually in a court room or in a jail. Just two hours before he entered this dry doorway, he had been in court where the judge had given him eight hours to lease town; Jim had headed for the railroad station to hop a ride in a dry box car. About thirty years before this incident, Jim had been born near Tcrryville, Indiana, and raised in the large house of his rich father; so he knew his way around tin town fairly well. At seventeen, full of adventure, he had run away from home became his father was too strict with him. Jim had roamed about alter that, sometimes doing a little work, most of the time stealing, and just managing to keep alive. During that big mistake of his, Jim was shot in the face by an officer. He recovered, but his face was a horrible looking mess when the doctor removed the bandages. A friend prettied up his face well enough so that a person could never tell he had been the victim of a slug of lead. Of course, his former friends could not recognize him. As Jim reclined in the doorway of the building, lie reached for his cigarettes. He pulled out a thoroughly soaked package. which made a little puddle of water at his feet. As lie tried to pull out a single cigarette, each one tore, leaving the tobacco sticking to his hand. In his fury Jim crushed the package to a pulp, threw it into the gutter, and watched it float down the street. He was about to throw his lighter away when he remembered that his mother had given it to him ten years ago. No, I won't throw this away, he said to himself as lie lighted it with his thumb. That is all I have left, and I’m going to keep it. Jim watched the flame of the cigarette lighter with half-closed eyes until gradually he caught the flicker of tin shiny door knob on the entrance door of the building. The thought of a warm, dry lied came to his mind; he was tempted to enter the building. Maybe I can find some dry clothes, or maybe I can find something to cat. The words, spoken almost aloud, were full of hope. There might Ik sonic money there too! (icntly Jim turned ihr knob and pulled on the door. It was locked! In a fit of anger he pulled again on the door and rattled it with terrific force. The door jarred hut failed to yield. A car rapidly approached on the wet pavement. Jim quickly ducked into a dark doorway and watched a police prowl car speed past, flashing its spotlight from side to side. I Jc stayed in the doorway until the car disappeared and then headed for the railroad station. After looking in vain for something to cover up with before the train came, Jim fell onto a bench at the railroad station and soon was fast asleep. When he awoke, he didn't know whether or not llie train had arrived. It had stopped raining, hut it was still cold. Maybe I can get a bite to eat before the next train comes, said Jim, shivering with the cold. As the lights seemed to welcome him, he started oil toward the little house near the bottom of the hill. Approaching the house, Jim .dipped around to the back and up the steps. Beeping in at the kitchen window, he saw no one. He moved to the door and rapped. Through the window Jim could see a happy-looking, gray-haired old lady approaching the door. Please, Madam, can I have something to cat? I'm so hungry I would cat anything you have. Mrs. Carney was used to having hums and tramps stop at her house. She knew what Jiin wanted, but she didn't let him know. She was too easy with everyone, and she knew it; so she tried to cover it up by acting strict and mean. Do you see any signs that say, 'FREE MEALS’? asked the elderly woman. No, hut— But nothing! What makes you think you can walk in here and get one1 Well,—thanks anyway, said Jim as he started to l ack off the porch. Come, come, young man, I didn't say I wouldn’t feed you. Come in.” The smile came again to the gray-haired lady’s face. He hurried through the door which the woman held open and went for the chair by the small kitchen table. Mrs. Carney placed some food in front of Jim, who started to eat without further comment. What’s your name, young man? asked the old woman, (muring out some coffee. “Ah. ur—Bill Jones is the name, lady, said Jim without a bat of an eyelash. Suddenly in the other room Jim saw a picture which he recognized at once. It was his picture. He looked at it for some time, and when he became aware that Mrs. Carney was watching him, lie asked, Is that your son’s picture?” “Yes, that’s my son, a fine l oy. although I haven’t seen him for a long time. It’s ten years ti he exact. He left home because my husband was too strict with him. John, that’s my husband, died four years ago. “My mother! thought Jim, “but slic’d never believe me if I told her. My face is changed, and all I am is a tramp. She would be ashamed of me. Do you know my son? He’s an honest-looking boy. I can just see him now. a handsome young man, making out fine in the world. Ah, yes. I do know him slightly, (continued on page ) 1