East Side High School - Torch Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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THE ORIENT The 4A Class election resulted in a complete change of officers. Philip Clark became president; Marion Dunn, vice president; Anna Shead, secretary; John Weir, treasurer, and Fred Landolfi, sergeant-at-arms. We realized that we were fast reaching the goal, so we had to devise some means of accumu- lating more funds in order to carry out the various activities which are expected by the school. Consequently the class decided to present a play which would comply with precedent, inasmuch as each senior A class gives either a play or a dance before commencement. A three-act comedy was finally selected, en- titled Come Out of the Kitchen. We found it most favorable for a school production and with the coaching of Miss Esther Pickwick we succeeded in putting the play across in great style- It was given two nights. During Easter week ten members of the class went to Washington on a four-day ex- cursion and was chaperoned by Miss Ewing. The excursion proved very in- teresting and instructive. Our school life is fast coming to an end and the world with its vast affairs is beckoning us to become part of it. We may enter it well equipped mentally and physically because we have been so fortunate as to submit ourselves to the guiding hands of our faculty and principal. The time is close at hand when we shall meet the parting of the ways, but our hearts will ever dwell about the portals of old East Side High. Touch us gently. Time! We’ve not proud nor soaring wings. Our ambition, our content Lies in simple things. Humble voyagers are we, O’er life’s dim unsounded sea. Seeking only some calm clime:— Touch us gently, gentle Time! CARL E. RIFF. ’25. CLASS PROPHECY Alas! I had finally returned to the dear old city of Newark. How the years had flown. Twenty years had elapsed since 1 left that wonderful place. Here 1 was alone in Newark in the spring of !945. Immediately I found, however, that I was not alone for sharp sounds came to my ears. Paul Otto and Melvin Morrow were still having their friendly quar- rels. Noise, more noise then came in streams. Rose Slitkin and Leo Brach were having a vocal and guitar duet. Yet, still more noise. As 1 ventured farther into the city I found Elizabeth Curimano, Catherine Oliva and Edward Burns working for the good cause of the Salvation Amy by giving a musical number on Broad street, near the Prudential Building. VI

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THE ORIENT Then came our Sophomore year. Oh, how dignified and important we felt in comparison to the mere green Freshman. Truly, we were progressing; we owed to ourselves a certain amount of prestige. Many went out for sports. Others joined the orchestra and the glee club. Some devoted their time to their studies. We were fast becoming an integral part of the school. Our love, faith and school spirit, still in the process of development, were being felt in the life of the school. Some members became popular because of an extraordinary amount of athletic or mental ability. Truly, we were on terra firma; the way was less obstructive; time, work and patience were our means of progress. One year elapsed and the scene shifted to our Junior year. We had gradually ascended the hill of achievement- Our courage and will power impelled us on to higher and better things. The first part of the Junior year was on the whole uneventful. But toward the end of the term we realized that the time was not far distant when we must organize. In union there is strength. When we organized our 3A Class we came into the confidence of each other, we co-operated, we were elevated to a basis of mutual friendship. These factors are as invaluable and indispensable in school life as they are essen- tial in future life. As a result of our first elections Thomas O'Reilly became president; Mildred Cohen, vice president; Helen Marshall, secretary; Philip Clark, treasurer. A committee was appointed and a constitution was drawn up, which we have regarded as the law of our class. Our Junior year finally descended into the valley of memory and we entered our Senior year. The 4B elections resulted in a slight change in officers for the new term. The scribe Carl Riff succeeded Thomas O’Reilly to the presidency. Helen Marshall captured the vice presidency and Mildred Cohen shifted to the position of secretary. Philip Clark resumed the position of treasurer and Oscar Buehler was elected sergeant-at-arms. Class chose rose and silver as its colors and preparations were soon under way for the moment of our lives when we should be formally recognized by the school as full-fledged Seniors— Senior Wreck At last that eventful day arrived. As we sat on the stage all arrayed in colors and flowers we shining intellectual lights awaited the conclusion of the dear old song, Hail, Seniors, Hail. Then the curtain parted and lifting up our voices we sang the class song written by Mildred Cohen. The humorous part of the program was followed by the more serious when our president accepted the torch of knowledge from the 4A president, promising that the class would live up to the ideals of which the torch is symbolic. By the advice of our faculty advisor. Miss Wetmore, we took charge of the business affairs of an entertainment given by the school. The entertainment was given to boost the school fund, which was at the time very low. The entertainment consisted of two one-act plays, a pageant and a gymnastic demonstration given by the East Side championship gym team. The entertainment was a great success, with our class being well represented in both the acting and gymnastic work. The class received one-fourth of the net profits, per agreement, which greatly increased our sadly depleted treasury. v

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THE ORIENT Upon reaching this spot I noticed in large gold letters, “L. Neiwirth Co., Realtors. Here was my chance. Having a few minutes to spare 1 decided to see Leo and find how the world was treating my fellow graduates. When I en- tered his office I had the surprise of my life to find Oscar Buehler there. Upon inquiry I found that Oscar was the handy man. Mr. Buehler soon departed and now I entered upon a long talk with Leo. I soon found that Mildred Hirleman was still teaching in grades and that Thomas O’Reilly had become the head butler in the home of L. Bamberger, that Geoge Di Giovanni had become a second Beau Bummel, that Arthur Le Maitre was a gym teacher, that Helen Marshall was a model in Frank- lin Simon s, and that Nelda Pendleton had made a place in the world as a tailor- made woman. I was about to leave when in rushed John Weir, who proved to be a salesman for ‘THE WEAR WELL TIES AND SOCK CO.” Immediately another flow of valuable information was heartily received. I was delighted to hear that Marion Dunn had made a place in the Who’s Who by the introduction of the word JIGGER. Emily La Falce had just returned from abroad, where she had studied languages. Richard Miller had become a famous hunter and Philip Clark had won a contest for selling the greatest number of ladies’ silk hose. He was about to tell me more, but sorry that the time had flown so rapidly 1 left in a hurry. I now set forth to visit the News Office to see how the ball teams were com- ing along. As I was walking along Market Street I spied Clifford Morrison as a corporal in a West Point uniform. Unable to attract his attention I walked on. Upon reaching the News Office I found that Coach Windus of the Giants was having a successful season with 20 victories to his credit. From the posters in the window I noticed that Senator Regina Wolf had just introduced a new bill. To my greatest surprise, I likewise noticed that Carl Riff and his campaign manager, John Dinzik, were successfully attacking William Jennings Bryan. Corresponding with this I found that Judge George Golden, Joseph Sefack and Leslie Rohn were running together on the same ticket. Their platform consisted of making soap-box orations a practice considered lawful. This was all that the News Office could offer me. I now decided to explore further. Soon I found that many of my friends had gone into the business world. The first thing to get my eye was “Ye Artistic Shoppe,” Anne Begley proprietor. Next door was Landolfi’s “Beauty Parlor.” Across the street I noticed The Bonnie Florist”—Hedges a Specialty —Mae Calcagno. Mgr. I was wondering which place to enter first when Chester Zawadski came upon me. He had just come from the Centre Market where he had bought hot dogs to sell at the Bears’ game the following day. He told me that Frank Bruenig was superintendent of the Nurses’ Home and that Amelia Davidson was giving a violin recital that night. He now bestowed some scandal upon VII