Warren Central High School - Wigwam Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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Democray’s Danger Wherever democracy prevails there are always dangers against which it must be protected. There is always an evil force waiting to crush down the beloved democracy of a prospering country. Democracy wasn’t obtained by merely asking for it. It took years of struggle and strife by generations gone by, that their descendents might live in freedom. Too many people take their democracy for granted. They never stop to think of how we ob- tained it, or how it would be if it were suddenly grasped away by some evil force. For instance in America, there is one of the greatest democracies in the world, but there are always dangers. Although many things have been done to protect our democracy, it will never be entirely safe. We can never fully appreciate our democracy and all it stands for until we stop and think of other countries and their governments, countries whose governments have practically been destroyed, and the sufferings and tortures of the innocent people in this war-torn world. They suffer, not from something they did, but because of the wrong doings of another. We must and we will, do all in our power so that America and her glor- ious democracy, will not be demolish- ed. Regina Phillips English III Balled Up T think the seasons are out of sort ' The days too long and the nights too short In the spring when plowing and plant- ing are done The seeds are left to bake in the sun. Then there comes the summer drought And to show for your work you just have some sprouts When it’s time to harvest your grain Then comes your much needed rain. J. R. Burton English I My Dog My dog is such a rascal, He always bites and chews, I scolded him this morning, Now he has the dog-house blues. Sally Wallace ' English 7 America America! The word brings thiumph to my ears. A land of freedom throughout the years. Every field and every meadow, Every town where people settle, Every city every state, Is blessed with blessed fate — Freedom! America! A name which I am proud to speak. A country of great philosophy. A land where there’s freedom of speech. You see — I’m proud of this democracy. Doris Smith English VI Rain Like a soothing curtain. It beats upon my brow, Relieving all my troubles And cares — I have none now. A million rain drops, Come dashing through the sky, As the flashing lightening Brings forth a shrieking cry. The bellow of the thunder, The patter of the rain Have carried off my troubles I’m free, I’m free again! Don Fuller English I “Just a Little Bit More!” The dinner gong had sounded; Johnny entered through the door, And said as he sampled the luscious feast, “Aw, please mom, just a little bit more.” With a youthful, starving appetite, Wildly through the meal he tore, But always repeated the wailing cry, “Aw, please, mom, just a little bit more.” “Mom led her boisterous offspring In a room used times before, But try as I might, I never heard, “Aw, please, mom, just a little bit more.” Jean Witte English VI Coming of Spring Bluebirds are corning and other birds too, Trees will be budding, then leaves will come through, Flowers will blossom in gardens about. Spring is coming, there is no doubt. Spri ng days are coming with sunshine and glee, Children will be happy, all merry and free. They’ll play in the sunshine and fresh spring air, Spring is coming, yes spring so fair. Spring is coming with wild wind and rain, Beating so fiercely on the bright win- dow pane Then the sun comes through and dries the tears. Just as it has done in by-gone yeaxs. Then up comes the grass, so fresh and green. It’s rather weak and also lean, But very soon it will be big and strong, Growing and growing all the day long. Vera Ann Rejko English IV The Change from Autumn to Winter One day it was cheery and sunny, The skies were a beautiful blue, I wished it would linger forever That fall day of brilliant hue. The blue skies above became darker The feathery clouds turned to gray The wind whistled through the tall treetops. And whisked the gay, dried leaves away. Then snow flurries started to drive down And kept right on all through the night Next morning I saw while arising The whole earth was covered with white. Mary Eleanor Ward English IV BEST OF ALL I like to see the fish a swimming in the brook, But best of all 1 like to catch them on my hook. Danny Hope English I Twenty-Two

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Yes, it was the realization of dreams and ambi- tions of the seniors to make their class outstanding, by such a successful performance this was accom- plished. For the past 16 years it was a senior play that was presented by the graduating class. For the most part they included only a few to represent the class. Carrying out the ideal of equality, this year, it truly was an all-senior production, where everyone could take part. The above picture is a scene from the college inn. The girls trio and the dancing chorus are shown in the foreground. Twenty-One

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Bride’s First Dinner “Oh, there’s the ’phone, and I’m so busy. Oh, well, such is fate. Hello, hello, it’s who? I can’t hear you. You say it’s Uncle Tate? You say you’re coming out for dinner? Surely not tonight! I mean — I’m just a bride ,you know, And cooking’s such a fright. Well, come ahead. I’d love to have you. We’ll have a hearty meal. Gocd-by. Now why did I do that? Oh! I’m really such a heel. What shall I have? Oh, yes, potatoes. They’re always swell to cook. Now let’s see. First I peel them. I think That’s in the book. How shall I fix them? Fried or boiled? Or maybe lyonnaisse. I guess I have to fix a roast, I’ll Flavor it with mace. How shall I fix the salad? Fred Always calls it grass. Oh, well, anyhow, at bride’s school they told me To make the salad last. The potatoes! Oh, good heavens. Golly! There’s the ’phone! And the doorbell Oh, good glory! They say There’s peace at home. Hello, hello. Just wait a minute. There’s Someone at the door. Uncle Tate! Oh, wait a minute. The water’s Running on the floor. I forgot to turn the faucet when I Heard you at the door. There’s some one on the ’phone. Sit down. I’ll Only be a minute more. Oh, they’ve hung up. Here comes Fred. He’s such a grand host. I’ll go put dinner on the table. Oh! I didn’t cook the roast! Boo, hoo. Oh, why didn’t you Marry someone who Could wash, and clean, look pretty ONE NEVER KNOWS .... By JANET BURWELL Reginald De Quincy Alexander, a tall, robust man whose life was beginning and his hair ending at forty, retired, little dreaming that his son, snoring in the adjoining room, was to disturb his slumber. It was a slumber which was so sound that the pounding of a gavel on his bedpost would not have awakened him. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the family’s pet white mouse running across his none-too-handsome face he would never have known of the strange event which was to occur that night. “Drat that rat!” exclaimed Reginald, but he never got any farther in his tirade to the defenseless mouse for the most unearthly sound reached his elephantine ears. It sounded like the beating of a tom-tom by an Indian camp’s musical genius. At present it was accelerating into a mad frenzy causing poor Reginald to pull his bed covers more closely about him. Reginald breathed a sigh of relief; the horrible pounding had ceased. With a sense of regained courage Reginald started to drop into deep slumber only to be jerked mercilessly from And cook your dinner, too. I’ll never try to cook again. I vow I never will How can you win your in-laws by Feeding them with swill?” Bette Haywood English VIII A Lighthouse I’d like to be a lighthouse All washed and painted white, I’d like to be a lighthouse And keep awake all night. I’d like to be a lighthouse And shine far o’er the sea I’d like to be a lighthouse And guide ships away from me. I ' d like to be a lighthouse And watch my part of the sea I’d like to be a lighthouse With the ships all watching me. Donna Jean Reich English I Getting Up It’s hard to get up in the morning And crawl out of bed in the cold But I know that I must because if I don’t My mother will be sure to scold If I could only go back to sleep But I can ' t for I hear mother call So I hop out of bed and hurry to dress There! It wasn’t so bad after all. Donald Johnson English 7 it again. The noise now had reached such a tempo that the house began to tremble noticeably. Reginald quick- ly perceived, with use of his deductive reasoning powers, that this disturb- ing factor was coming from the vicin- ity of the east, outside wall. He dash- ed madly out his front door leaving his bathrobe and slippers to shift for themselves. Reginald made a comical picture. He had on his patriotic red„ white, and blue pajamas; the colors, being arranged in such startling de- signs he looked like a nightmare. Our hero thus attired attempted to stroll manfully about his estate. However, I believe his knees shook for his once friendly yard now took on an errie appearance. As he drew closer to the terrifying noise his much-prized bushes looked like mechanized troops ready to attach. The red geraniums laughed at him and the beady eyes of the devoted white mouse, although in- forming him he had a companion, completed his horror. Now Reginald De Quincy Alexan- der’s temperament was by no means mild and when he heard the bass viol- like laughter of his neighbor, Profes- sor Von Bommgarten, it was the last straw. He shrieked hysterically “Von Bommgarten this is no laughing mat- ter. I’ve lost three hours sleep and you stand there and — -” his voice cracked — “and laugh.” His illustrious neighbor ignored him entirely. Then Reginald calmed down enough to fol- low his aggravating neighbor’s gaze. There above him in the second story window sat Reginald De Quincy Alex- ander Jr., his feet hanging over the edge of the window sill and swinging alternately against the side of the house like two pendulums. The Pro- fessor remarked dryly, “My diagnosis is as follows: A most amusing exam- ple of somnambulism. Expressed on your level — sleep-walking.” Twenty-Three