Washington Park High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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SENIOR EDITION g Qjqge Twenty-gFg'Qe Q x , , I u .x ,N ., A. , ' S - lli ix c -.....c CHORAL CLUB The Park High School Orchestra and Choral Club are two of the important organizations of thc school. For the past two years, representatives of these groups have been members of the Wisconsin High School Orchestra and Choral Club. Each year some members have won honors in this enterprise. Some members of the orchestra won honors as members of the National High School Orchestra which played in Chicago last year. -----.-1 V M O im - ?J'!Wll-enum...-...,..,,' , l it X k K, K THE ORCHESTRA A year ago a policy was adopted which called for at least one public concert by the combined Orchestra and Choral Club. Last year two such concerts were given. one each semester. This year a May Festival of Music was presented, a benefit concert, the proceeds of which are forthe school improve- ment fund. These concerts are to give members of the two organizations a chance to gain poise when on the stage.

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Page 'l'LUf'I7fl.l-FOLII' PARK BEACON 'tv I l i l l .- l . N R GIRLS Suv 'l'unn-k, l-Illcn Tlnvnm-n Luis fllillnr. lilnnrlic linisrr, Naomi Sun-lisun, lhlllfjilfll' Hansen, Bvlly l':lSl'lllllll, livclyn Nrlmn. Evrlyn S4-in-rkrupp, Clnira- ll.1l1n. .lniwl HI'lllILIl'llt'Il. Hn-lrn Surf-nsun, fllilllrvd hN,1lllllllSl, lilslc Rlnnk, Arvilln llyllv. juni' Wuclky, lilvnnnr Andcrsvn. llurulllySql1irm-5. lillu-I Ilnnwn, Naummi llanN'lw. Marjorie Kuvnr, Ruth Czlrulime l'z-lvrsun. Dorothy lfnsle-r, Chnrlntte Williams, Bernice Illnrnn, Sm- Tnil, l'IrIn:1 Bnhr, llvln-n lllzinslin, Illzlrrvllc Glnssow, Dorothy Ulu-rtin, Clmrlullr BL-rnhnrsll, Hvlh Wyman. --...ali-w yy Y H2'S'0m4w 22f'fm' ' 5' K .mie'1XvSWl R MEN ' , Fhnrli-Q llimihzrnm, Hl'I'lN'I'lJlll1l'1hfIl'l,L1lWI'Q'lllT' Wnngrrin, Edgar McClurr-, Glenn l'uckm-lt. Dm-nn Parker. john Bvrgzm, Juv Cxxpirik. Alln-rl Ulwn, lirl llvizvmzui. Hvrmzm Ilnwv. john Marlin, Gus Pclrakis. Peter Belconis, Walter Clllislmmrn. William McCanp:hcy. Frank jmkn, 'rhnmgig Rf-mlgill, john Pnttingor. Lnnis Hanmn, Hcnry Cymer, Mvrle Foster, IiUWiH'dJUlll15'VD, Dean McLaughlin, Charles Schuman Arnnld jr-ns:-n, Harvey Kimbvl.

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Page Twenty Six PARK BEACON The Ghost Walks It was the night of graduation from the new Washington Park High School. I had sat all even- ing attempting to look intelligent, in order to merit the remarks addressed to our class by the speaker of the evening. He couldn't possibly know that I was going to be the one member of the class to be-- come great. I tried hard to appear nonchalant-- it would be better not to prophesy but simply to wait until I could prove my worth by deeds. The diplomas having been distributed, the or-- chestra played their last number, which might have been anything from My Old Kentucky Home to the Swan Song. Yes, I felt as though I had sung my swan song as I pushed my way through friends and relatives to the fresh, starlight night. While there didn't seem to be anything to live for. there wasn't any reason to die either-unless it could be that I didn't have a date, As I walked up Seventh Street towards College Avenue, the old High School loomed in sight. It now shone with unusual splendor, being illumi- nated by the street lamp on the corner. It was not so clearly visible that I could make it out distinctly, but it was there, and my memory supplied the rest. Even the gravel had a certain warmth of welcome about it as I trudged up to the main entrance. The door opened with no resistance whatsoever, and I found myself within the entrance questioning my- self for my actions. It was entirely too dark to be hospitable, but as I tumed to retrace my steps, a flash of black and gold caught my eye. I, in turn, caught my breath, and all of my bones were seized with a sudden desire to rattle, for before me in the semi-darkness loomed a gigantic figure, not very clearly defined. A phosphorescent brilliance dimly illuminated a ghostly face, while the apparition was clothed in a robe of deep sable with gold at the hem. With a sudden movement, the ghost of Racine High School, Qfor as such I recognized him,,i reached forth a tremulous hand and laid it on my shoulder. turned me towards the stairs to the first floor, and pointed at the stairway with a greyish. shaking, bony linger. I obeyed the unspoken com- m,and, and in a moment found myself on the steps, all about me groups of rapidly-conversing examples of flaming youth. Parked on the steps were. as usual, Alice Wil- liams, leaning against her cello. Howard Calkins gazing soulfully into the eyes of Alice Jenkins, and Jeanette Homan, Audry Hogan, Russell Lewis, Ed Carpenter, Carter Whorley, and Red Anderson car- rying on an animated discussion about nothing. Farther ahead I caught a glimpse of Dorothea Genz- ler and Charlotte Bernhardt chewing gum and reading f'College Humor, while hanging, over the banisters were Marjorie Barlow, Mardell Vetter. Alice Barlow, Roy Schimming, and Ernst Stein. seriously imperiling their lives by hanging over the banisters far enough to see what the boys at the stairs were doing. Casting longing foot of the eyes at these reckless youths and maidens, but still staying near enough to the drinking fountain to partake of the best that was offered, were Chuck Bingham, Nick Mandernack, and Red Christensen. As I gazed dreamily at this familiar scene, a vio- lent slap on my back brought me back to life, and with a sigh I realized that Fred Kambach hadn't changed since I had seen him last. Fred's effort had sent me half way up the stairs. so I decided to con- tinue in that direction. This was Tuesday, so Stanley Fitch was in the office getting an absence excuse, and in the inner office was Lawrence Nelson, typing tests for Miss DuFour. Out in the hall again, I noticed the familiar figures of Grace Ho- man and Ray Christensen leaning against the lock- ers. As I passed Miss Holt's room, I saw that thc Student Council was holding a meeting, for the presiding officer was John Bergan, and in the as-- sembly were such prominent council members as Esther Thomsen, Betty Eisenhut, Lois Millar, Bob Miller, and Allen Dunham. I did not break in on them, for I realized that serious matters were being weighed. Outside Miss DuFour's door was another famil- iar sight-Howard Johnson and Isabelle Dederich conversing together in low, sweet tones. Inside the room, the Audubon Club was holding an informal discussion on the question of whether or not spar- rows could be caught by sprinkling salt on their tails. Ed Westberg, Margaret Edmund, Geraldine Enos, Helen Rees, and Albert Anderson were among those busily engaged in debate. The library was another scene of activity: here Anne Placko, Eleanor Hetzel, and Alma Apple were dexterously slipping and shelving books, while Miss Jones was informing Edith Christensen. Janet Hall, Griselda Gissel. Mildred Anderson. Christine Andersen, Margaret Horvath, and Violet Hansen that the library must be kept quiet. I looked reproachfully at these hardened offenders and withdrew, followed by Hyman Goldberg, who had been expostulating seriously that he hadn't known that he was talking. Just then a horrible sound grated upon my sen- sitive Qcauliflowerj ears. It sounded like a Ere drill, so I hurried down the stairs fearing the worst.