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

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THE TORCH —J ANU AR Y 1935 CLASS POEM A Word Wait yet a while before you go, My full heart bids me speak; One moment, and for all we know. We'll find the words we seek. Within these walls and honored halls Our quest for knowledge starts; We gaily travel to and fro With light and carefree hearts. Then dignity and reverence Our youthful spirits fill; V e turn, more thoughtful, to our tasks And do them with a will. Then, all too soon, those joys are o'er. Glad days come to a close; With solemn hearts we realize The worth of joys like those. But straight ahead where leads the path, Life beckons, Everyone, Come! dawn begins another day. There's much work to be done. E. ALMA WILLIAMS. Pege Ten

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THE TORCH —JANUARY 1935 EDITORIAL ONCE again have the outer gates of East Side swung open wide this time to let pass the class of January 1935. It is with a mingled feeling of regret and happiness that we prepare to graduate from cur beloved Alma Mater. We have spent four happy years within its walls, years of work and play, joy and sorrow. Our teachers have diligently taught U3 truths and laws, equations and rules. They have taught us how to think and reason, and decide for ourselves. They have given us trained minds, ready hands, and understanding spirits. Friends have been made in the class room and in extra-curricula activities. Perhaps we may forget some of our book learn- ing, but the associations built about a true friend will always be remembered. The most cherished blessing that East Side has bestowed upon us is hsr ideals. She has given us ideals of citizenship, ideals of morals, and ideals of education, ideals such as are expressed in Mr. Musgrove's poem in honor of our former principal, Mr. Pickwick: The colors fade, but not one heart Will ever let the dream depart. Though spirit soar, or spirit sag, The Ceremony of the Flag Will keep us loving without end Our loyal leader, teacher, friend. We pledge to follow where he leads. And crown our thoughts with kindly deeds; Thrilling to beauty, serving man. And pleasing God where'er we can; For best of all, in calm or strife, The ceremony which is Life. Now we must leave the sheltering protection of East Side. We are go- ing into the world ready to fight the battle of life. East Side has prepared us and taught us the theories. Now we must pass through its porta s into life—life in all is aspects, in all its sorrow, joy, perplexities, and opportuni- ties. As we make our exit into the cold, clear. January air, a whistle from the Spartan fife will greet us. We will answer that call with courage, we of East Side, and take up its challenge with an open heart and a clear mind The world is passing through a crisis and a change. The chaos is not yet restored to order. We are going to make the world Cosmos again, but a better and more stable Cosmos than before. We are going to make the world safe against war, against depression, and against dictatorship. By doing the best we can in our little corner, we will accomplish the means to our end: to make this world a better place to live in. Our high school education signifies the foundation of our life. Let us make it a beautiful, worthy, and enduring structure. Our foundation is laid. The question each of us should ask himself is--What sort of building am I going to erect on it? FLORENCE KOCH. Page S' nr

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THE TORCH —JAN U ARY 1935 REMINISCING AS we impatiently wait for commencement night to draw near, we find our- selves sentimentally reminiscing. The past four years have been eventful years, filled with attempts, failures, and successes. They have come and gone, but in their stead they have left something precious and priceless, something we will hold dear forever-memories—memories—. What a picture we must have made on our first day in East Side, huddled m awesome groups near the auditorium. We felt with a thrill the excitement and commotion in the halls, and eagerly watched the on-rushing stream of students. Suddenly a pang of jealousy pierced our consciousness -jealousy because we were still outsiders—we didn't belong. But this feeling soon disappeared as we joined the spirit of the jolly stu- dents. We were assigned to the best (irony) home room in the school— Room 15. As you probably suspect, its location proved to be a source of continuous embarrassment to us. and it was nearly a month before its location was firmly imprinted on our minds. The quiet (?) routine of school life was suddenly shatte-ed in the latter part of our first year by the announcement of a Freshman Frolic. We went to the auditorium at the appointed time, anticipating a joyful celebration. The joyful celebration, however, was spent in agony, wriggling uncomfortably in the creaking seats, while trying to interpret dull speeches containing gigantic words which our grammar school education couldn't fathom. And, to make our disappointment complete, we saw neither hide nor hair of the famous lollypops we had heard so much about. Thus, with the frolic still fresh in our minds, we ended our freshman year. Our second year, though not so eventful as our first, was perhaps more amusing. We were now educated freshies and lived up to the title glamorously. We acted superior to the freshies, looked up to the juniors, and imitated the seniors. Upon addressing the freshies, we used ridiculously big words and snickered in amusement at their bewilderment. We rushed hither and yon, and if we stepped on anyone's foot, we yelled Pardon me (as we had learned by experience was the custom) and kept rushing on. School was a wonderful adventure—the melting pot of education and the tempera- ture was just right. The 2A grade once more found us the proud possessors of Room 15. Only this time we were not the ones to be emcarrassed, for we were 51 girls (the one boy had received a transfer as quickly as possible) against one teacher, Mr. McCracken. But he certainly knew his women, for where others couldn't control us willful females, he ruled us with an iron hand. P. S.—45 minutes after school. Fall was coming, and with it King Football. Ignoring ihe rumors of a weak (?) team, we donned our furs, paid our quarters, and cheered our team to the first championship in twenty years. On Monday mornings, conse- quently, our lessons were unprepared, but our excuses (we all had the same) were the weakest of whispers and the victory of our team. Pdfte El nr n