Glen Cove High School - Profile Yearbook (Glen Cove, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 28 of the 1921 volume:

THE RED AND GREEN Page One Glen Cove Mutual Insurance Company GLEN COVE, N. Y. Fire and Automobile Insurance Insure your property in this old reliable company. Financially sound and conservatively managed. Automobiles insured against the hazards of fire, theft, property and collision damage. Policy contracts easily understood, liberal in its provisions and gives complete protection. Lowest rates. Losses adjusted satisfactorily and claims paid promptly. Consult this office regarding your insurance requirements. MEMBER GLEN COVE CHAMBER OF COMMERCE Gude, Winmill C Co. Members New York Slock Exchange SECURITIES BOUGHT FOR INVESTMENT OR CARRIED ON CONSERVATIVE MARGIN 20 BROAD STREET, NEW YORK Branch Offices 7 EAST 45th STREET 3 GLEN STREET, GLEN COVE, LONG ISLAND Page Two THE RED AND GREEN “Of what shall a man be proud, if not of his friends?” Forty-six years in the printing business in Glen Cove have earned many friends for the Echo Press of whom we are justly' proud. Especially' are we proud, however, to be associated with our friends of the Glen Cove High School in the publication of their Annual, the Red and Green. The high scholastic standing and athletic achievements of the Glen Cove High School is a matter of pride for all Nassau County, and we are glad to avail ourselves of this opportunity to pay our tribute to the Superintendent, Principal and teaching staff, whose labors have been so successful. THE RED AND GREEN Page Three One beautiful evening in the early part of September, Father, Mother and I were seated on the veranda, tranquilly enjoying the golden splendors of a summer sunset, when Mrs. Doer, a neighbor of ours, came hurriedly across the lawn. M rs. Doer is a short, stout, wheezy little lady, who once in her youthful folly had attempted to dye her hair black; but due to some mishap or other, her hair had dyed a dull mahogany red, which Mrs. Doer is wont to declare is a shade so uncommon that few people indeed can profess to have seen anything like it. This particular evening her hair was concealed under a bright green shawl. To the people of the neighborhood in which Mrs. Doer lives, this shawl is a never failing topic of conversation for it is only on rare state occasions that Mrs. Doer dons her finery and sallies forth to meet the wondering glances of a curious people. Now, as she slowly mounted the veranda steps, we waited with bated breath to see what the matter might be. Much to my surprise, her usual sour countenance was lighted up by a genial smile; she beamed placidly on us, for a moment, with such evident self-satisfactjon that it caused us to wonder anew. Turning to Mother she said, “Won’t you and Mr. Karn come right over and spend the evening at my house?” “No,-” she continued, “I won’t take any excuse.” So without more ado, entirely regardless of both Mother’s and Father’s unwillingness to accompany her, she ushered them off the veranda and down the walk towards her home. “Oh, Miss Marie,” she called back, as an afterthought, “Wouldn’t you like to come along too? Perhaps you will be frightened, if you stay in the house alone.” “Never fear,” 1 gayly called back, “Burglars hold no terrors for me,” for certainly anything was better than an evening’s captivity in Mrs. Doer’s stuffy little parlor, with its hard, uncomfortable, straight-back chairs. Thus, being left to my own diversions and just a little nervous, I thought sleep would be the best solace for my loneliness. It seemed to me, I had been in bed and asleep but a few moments, when a loud clap of thunder rudely awakened me from my dreams. Outside the rain was coming down in torrents; the lightning flashed across the sky; the thunder sounded and resounded; the wind blew furiously among the tree tops; it was as if all the gigantic forces of nature had taken a stand against me. I was terribly and completely alone. Just as the clock struck twelve there was a sharp flash of lightning, followed by a’ particularly loud clap of thunder. Then all was dark and still. There was a stealthy movement in my room— “What was it? What could it be?” I wanted to shriek, but my tongue lay parched and dry in my mouth, so I made no audible sound. Pulling the covers closer around me, I snuggled my head deeper into the pillows. My heart beat wildly and furiously, and my breath came in short, uneven gasps. 1 was hot and cold alternately, and my head seemed to be spinning around like a top. Finally, unable to stand the awful suspense longer, I raised myself upon my arm, and stared into the darkness. My eyes seemed to clash with another pair of intensely bright eyes that gleamed at me in the blackness. Then something sprang at my feet. I waited no longer, but jumped out of my bed, and switched on the light. There at the foot of my bed, blinking stupidly at me, lay my dog, Tulfy, who, frightened by the storm, had sought human companionship. —Florence McCann. Page Four THE RED AND GREEN cTHose, the Medium “Yes, that’s all you have to do, Mose. Just go in the cage. We’ll lock the door. Crack the whip and he’ll do just as you want him to.” Mose was forced to take the whip but he was unable to hold it because he was shaking so hard. Then his knees began to shake, his toes, his whole body. Great beads of perspiration stood upon his forehead. “Why, what’s the matter, Mose? You are not scared of that lion, are you? Why man, that lion was raised on milk.” “Da-da-dat man ma-may be so-ss-so boss.” His expression was desperate. “Ah was raised on milk, too, but I eats meat now.” That was the end of Mose’s circus career. Daybreak of the next day found him astride a small donkey headed for nowhere, but determined to get there. His attire was a beautiful cutaway coat, light grey checked trousers, purple spats, and a trick silk hat. The bag, which the donkey was also carrying, contained a mystic-man’s outfit. The whole outfit excepting himself had been acquired, not in accordance with the Ten Commandments, but in the truly negro fashion, that is, in the same manner as he would raise a chicken for Sunday dinner. In other words, “He jus’ nacturally corned by hit.” One of his side pockets bulged, for it held a roll of exactly one hundred and five dollars in bill form. It had been acquired before clearing the circus, in a little game of “African Golf.” Behold! on the horizon the roofs of a town broke the monotony of the southern landscape. At the towrn limit, “Welcome to Burlington” greeted him. Majestically he entered, viewed with awe and respect, for a person in a dress suit, riding upon a donkey, through a negro settlement, is not to be witnessed every day, even in this time of modernism. Through the streets he made his way with a goodly gathering bringing up the rear. Washwomen left their washings, the white suds artistically set off against branches of living ebony. Why the men even left their work! Very unusual? Not if you know the true black man. Anything does as an excuse to quit work. Mose, noticing the great effect his appearance had created, stopped at the Hotel Astor. The lobby loungers sat up and took notice, when he tipped the boy liberally for carrying his bag. With a magnificent scrawl, he signed his name in the ledger, “Honorable Mose Erastus Skylow”, and, as a finishing touch, he made a very mystifying curly-cue. With a noble strut before the wondering onlookers, he mounted the steps. A plan was forming in his brain.. The climax came when, as the boy was leaving the room, he timidly asked. “Mistah, is you a medjum?” Mose sank into deep meditation. “Yas, bo, dat’s zakly what I is.” From this point his occupation was that of a medium. Suitable quarters were set up in the bridal suite by the colored proprietor of Hotel Astor, and business began. Men seeking an interview with their dead wives came. Fathers came to talk with long since departed great grandfathers. Best of all, though, came that fascinating widow, Mrs. Emeline Jones. This was another marked point in the life of Mose, alias Skylow. He was subject to a giddy feeling which persisted in running up and down his back, and to that lack of appetite, so unusual for a black boy. Above all, he loved the thought of collecting the rents from the houses which the late Jones had left Emeline. But do not let the last longing lower your opinion of Mose. He was seated at his table, dressed in his Hindu costume, when the widow was introduced, her wish being to communicate with her departed partner. Mose concentrated, and then, as though talking for some one else, he asked, “What is it you want, honey?” Emeline gasped. Could it be Spike? “A-ah-jus’ wanta-ta know how you is, Spike? And ef you done got to the right place?” “Oh—ah got heah all right. Boy, but it’s nice.” “Ah, ah is so glad, Spike. Ah was so ’fraid sumting woulda happened on de way, but does you have to do any work?” “Oh sum, but ah wouldn’t mind dat if dey was mo’ up heah to help. You know help is pow-ahful sca’ce heah.” “Spike?” THE KEI) AND GREEN Page Five “Yes.” “What would you advise me to do ef a powah-ful hansum man should ask me to marry him? “Has you any property?” “Yes, all dat you left me and sum mo’, too.” “Well, I’ll tell you. The first man wat prepositions to you and you likes him, you go and get married; I’d advise you to marry de man wut calls at de house tomorrow night all dressed up in a dress suit.” “Yes. Spike! Spike! Spike!” Mose had awakened from his feigned trance. “No cha’ge ma’m. A woman as beautiful as you, why ah’d do anything foil you! You should walk on clouds. Your life should be one sweet dream. Oh, such eyes.” Emeline blushed, asked Mose to call sometime, and left. Needless to say Mose was there promptly the next night, in his cutaway coat, silk hat and purple spats. Emeline was glorious. They sat on the sofa together, and talked and talked. They talked of nothing, but seemed to be well pleased and so kept on conversing on the same subject. But, oh fate! the devil will always get in. The devil in this case was a thoughtless break on Mose’s part. “Do you know,” said Emeline, “Ah jus’ think it’s wondahful dat a man can he a medjum.” Oh, it ain’t hahd. All the people will bite.” “All the people will what?” His foot was in it. Emeline saw through him. What w'as he to do? Bluff through? Impossible! His mind refused to work. Before he knew it, the story of his whole life had been poured into the ears of Emeline, even his attempt as an impostor. He was down on his knees. He was pleading, begging. What! He was asking Emeline if she would marry him. Did she? Well, I guess. Never would she have another chance to have a man with such brains as his. He was accepted. “An what shall we do?” asked Emeline. “Why, dat’s easy. With the rent from youah house and the coin pulled in by the medjumly crazy people heahabouts, we will have a cumf’table livin’. You know, Emeline, der’s a fish to be hooked every day.” —Nathan C. Martin. The Double Victory' In a cool, spacious, living room sat a middle aged man reading his morning paper. A young chap, opening the door softly, walked in on tip toe, slapped the man on the back, and said, “Hello Dad! How are you and Cedarhurst.” The man jumped to his feet replying: “Dick! I am glad to see you back and proud of my only son, who has finished college. Congratulations, old top! I was sorry I couldn’t go down to see you at the exercises.” The boy, with a grin on his face, grasped his father’s hands. “Dad, I thank you; but Harvard was glad to get rid of me. Gee! but I am tired and hot.” “Well then, Dick,” continued his father, “Run along and clean up. You know where your room is, and we shall have a talk afterwards.” Dick turned and went out, leaving his father to return to his paper. An hour afterwards he returned looking more handsome than ever. “Dad, you wrote me that Brymptonwood w’as sold. Who bought it?” was his first remark. “Why? Didn’t I tell you? A wealthy broker by the name of Hudson has bought it. He has a beautiful daughter. Look out Dick that you don’t fall in love with her.” “Don’t talk nonsense, Dad. I am going on a tour of the grounds. So long!” With this response Dick rushed out of the house. The next day Dick, mounted on Billy Sunday’s back, was galloping in one of Brymptonwood’s bridle paths when he turned a corner and nearly ran over a young lady who was trying to fix her saddle. Dick stopped his horse and asked, “May I help you?” “Why yes,” returned the girl. “My saddle has become unfastened. Will you please fasten it?” Dismounting, Dick fastened the saddle and then helped the girl to remount. She gathered up her reins and smilingly said, “Thank you Mr.— Mr. -------.” “Mr. Norton,” blurted out Dick. “Mr. Norton,” she replied, “I am Muriel Hudson. Call some time. 1 must be going now as mother will be worried. I told her I should be home at Page Six THE RED AND GREEN eleven and it is eleven-thirty now. Thank you.” She turned her horse and galloped off, leaving Dick standing in a trance. When Dick got home all he thought of was the girl he had accidentally met in his morning ride. At Brymptonwood Muriel sat curled up in a window seat, pretending to read but dreaming of Dick. During the next week Dick entered his favorite horse in the Belmont park races. He also visited Brymptonwood several times without finding Muriel at home. July tenth was a clear breezy day and society, full-fledged, turned out to do homage to the races. Muriel, in the gay crowd, was watching every move that Dick Norton made. When he won the cup given by Mr. Morgan, Muriel excused herself to her friends and relatives and hastened over to the stables where she found Dick watching his groom, who was rubbing down Billy Sunday. “How do you do, Mr. Norton,” she began, “I wish to congratulate you on your victory. Will you ride my horse Beauty in next week’s races, providing it doesn’t conflict with your affairs?” “Gladly, Miss Hudson. In what race is your horse entered?” “Get me see! Oh yes! Race number five. The prize is a large cup given by the club. Could you call tomorrow at ten to see Beauty?” “Yes, I shall be glad to. Well, there is Dad waiting for me. Good-bye Mur------Miss Hudson,” replied Dick, offering his hand. “Dick,” said his father, “Who was that lady who was talking to you?” “Miss Norton, Dad. She asked me to ride her horse in next week’s races.” “Ha!” What did I tell you Dick? Come, get in. We must get home as 1 have an engagement.” On the ride home Dick and his father passed few remarks. Dick pictured himself winning the race with Beauty. Next morning at ten he entered the Brymptom-wood home, finding Muriel waiting for him, “Well, you are on time,” was Muriel’s first remark. “Yes, I always try to keep my engagements,” was Dick’s rejoinder. “Come, Mr. Norton, we will go to see Beauty.” Dick was silent throughout his visit except to admire Beauty, who was a beautiful brown horse about sixteen hands high. He rode her around the excercising yard, and as he was dismounting, Muriel said, “Do you think he will have a chance in the races?” “I assure you. Miss Hudson, that there will be no better horse on the track.” “I thank you so much, Mr. Norton, that I don’t know how I ever can thank you if you win the cup. Mother and I are going to the city to do some shopping, so 1 must say good-bye,” and Muriel offered her hand. Dick grasped it so hard that the diamonds cut his flesh, but when he realized what he was doing, he muttered a plain “Excuse me.” At that Muriel left him, and he mounted his horse after giving instructions to the groom concerning Beauty’s exercises and feeding. As he was riding home, he was wishing that Tuesday were there. Tuesday at last arrived clear, bright and breezy, with a crowd still larger than the former week’s races had drawn. Dick, looking stunning, rode Beauty before the grandstand where Muriel with fast beating heart and rosy cheeks, smiled down at him. He knew that he could win with that smile and face watching him. They lined up for the races and at the given signal a dozen horses or more leaped forward. On the first quarter, seeing Beauty was behind, Muriel turned pale. As it came near the end of the third quarter Beauty had gained. Dick urged her on for he knew if he should win, it would be by only a few feet. Now she was even with the leading horse. Dick could see that he was ahead about an inch and the finish was near. The next thing he saw that he had crossed the finishing line about two feet ahead of the others. The applause sounded from the throngs while the band began to play “Here The Conquering Hero Comes. Walking to the judges, Dick took the cup, proud of what he had done for Muriel. Muriel blindly rushed from the grandstand to the stables where she found Dick dismounting from Beauty’s back. When she came up to them, she slipped her arm around Beauty’s neck saying, “Thank you Mr. Norton,” and then to the horse, “Oh, Oh, Beauty, how I love you!” Dick drawing nearer whispered, “I love you. too, Muriel!” Slowly she raised her eyes to his and gently laid her hand in his open one. Their engagement was announced the follow- THE RED AND GREEN Page Seven ing week at a formal dinner party where Dick’s ever repay the debt F owe to Beauty?” father sat in the corner of the drawing room, .a “What debt?” questioned Muriel. smile on his face. What he had forseen had come “The victory he helped me to win-----you.” true. “Well, if that’s the case I owe a bigger debt The following June a simple wedding cere- to Beauty and you.” mony was performed in the gardens at Brympton- “How so Muriel?” woods. When Dick and Muriel were alone on the “Because, 1 had a double victory, You and the honeymoon Dick laughingly said: “How shall I Cup.” —Gordon Wright. “Never cAgain “Aw gee! This is too good a day to be in school, Bill. What do you say we go on a hook?” “I’m thinkin’ you’re right, and besides we haven’t played hookey now for more than a month. Teacher will never get wise. We can tell her our mothers were sick. Come on, I’ve bunked my fishin’ lines down near our old boat in the pond, and Johnny Mills says the trout are bitin’ fine.” These two little criminals, planning to break the law, were no other than William J. Bangs and Arthur W. Jameson of Hicksville, New Jersey, but to their young partners in crime known as “Bill” and “Art.” Of course you can understand their motive. Spring had arrived and with it spring fever, and they, being yet loo young to lightly turn to love, took it out in that form of dissipation. So having taken this great amount of lime (one minute) to decide, they set out for the smaller pond, four miles from the village, as in the larger one which fed the smaller, they would be more likely to be discovered. They were in such a cheerful frame of mind and so fresh from a good night’s sleep that the four miles were covered almost too fast. When they reached the pond, they ripped off their coats and the stiff collars w’hich were withering from the heat. Then, having let out several yells and whoops to show they were absolutely free from worry they found the lines and boats and started to fish. After spending an hour and a half without so much as a sign of a bite they threw down their lines disgustedly and swore vengeance on Johnny Mills. It was eleven o’clock by the position of the sun when Art broke the silence: “Say, Bill, let’s go in swimming. Gosh! it’s May already and you know we’re allowed to go swimming in June. This Wti 'her is just as hot as any we have in June.” The lVQyS looked at each other, then, without saying another word they undressed and prepared to go in in nature’s bathing suit. At first they splashed the water over each other timidly, but finally Bill, being the first one to gather his courage, dived off' with a great splash. Art was just as quick, and was off before Bill came up. When both had come to the surface they looked at each other as much as to say, “Whew, the water’s colder than the air all right,” but neither of them was willing to admit it openly. And so they kept it up for about an hour, running in the water—then jumping out to chase each other among the trees. At length they took their lunches out of the boat and started looking for delicious wintergreen berries and mushrooms. But wherever grew what they thought were mushrooms and berries, also grew poison ivy that unknown to them they came in contact with hundreds of times that day. Soon they began to suffer. The mosquitoes were out in full force and by the aid of the poison ivy they had both boys scratching until their whole bodies were one large rash, which burned like fire. To soothe that they went back into the water. In about ten minutes the toad stool and poisoned berries which they had thought were mushrooms and wintergreen berries began to act. They had such pains that they were soon writhing in all sorts of contortions. With common consent they left the water and suffered an hour on the beach, where the pitiless sun beat down to help the poison ivy and mosquitoes. With great effort they dragged their bodies to shore to discover that their clothes had fallen into the water from the branch on which-they had left them. Pulling the wet garments on their burning bodies they started despondently on the four mile walk which has passed so quickly in Page Eight THE RED AND GREEN the morning. It seemed as if they would never reach home. The dust from the road was blown all over their faces and stuck to their wet clothes until they looked like two little tramps. They had caught colds; soon they began to cough; then they shivered from chills and burned with fever. All together they were the two most miserable boys in the world. Besides that they had a heavy load on their minds. Coming home in that condition, they would be sure to be found out. Finally they arrived home, when lo! and behold! they met the whole school coming up the road from the pond with the mothers at the head. Billed poked Art, “Here’s where we get a laying out,” and they did. The mothers of the children had planned to give the pupils a surprise, and a half holiday hav- ing been declared they all went out on a picnic. The boys smacked their lips when the good things were mentioned which the others had had to eat at the picnic. Of course since they were not at school, Mrs. Jameson and Mrs. Bangs knew their sons were playing hookey and they had the punishment all mapped out. Bill and Art were led away to their respective homes, promised the worse whippings they had ever received, sent to bed, and on the next days, Saturday and Sunday, were not allowed to ieave the house. Bill and Art were like any two American boys. They had learned their lesson. Experience had been the best teacher for them and they kept their vows, never to go on a hook again. —Archie Brause. Basketball Team ok 1921 Champions of Nassau County THE RED AND GREEN Rage Nine 'ffie Traveler I wake up and find myself to have been sleeping, sleeping about ten feet from the edge of a stony cliff. It had been raining and it still is raining, but what care I? I am in my waterproof sleeping bag. (My sleeping bag is so waterproof that what is in it along with me, can’t get out.) I try to think how 1 came to this place, when suddenly I remember that the day before 1 had been roaming around in an unfamiliar forest after having left an unkown Indian village, situated in an unexplored part of the great untraveled northwest of Canada. Last night when I went to sleep, my guide, an old crab-faced Indian, was sleeping by me; my Winchester was also beside me; my outfit was neatly piled up against a tree; but now none of these things, guide included, are present. 1 am the only thing, I and my waterproof sleeping bag. Without much debating with myself, I come to the conclusion that the outfit left the same way it had entered camp, a la guide. Things look pretty discouraging. Here is poor me in the Great Unknown with a suit of outing clothes and a waterproof sleeping bag. Again, after a very short debate, I conclude that the best way to find help is to look for it. So, suiting action to thought, I pack my outfit, the waterproof sleeping bag, and start tramping. I tramp over soggy ground for a few hours until finally something within me tells me that I have had no breakfast. I therefore set my march in the direction of food instead of the direction of help, both directions in the Great Unknown being laid out in curved lines. Hours later, it is still raining and the soggy ground over which I have been tramping is more soggy. In spots this sogginess turns into mud; and through this mud, mine are the only tracks. After walking straight all day long, I find myself standing ten feet from the edge of the stony cliff near which I had found myself sleeping in the morning. It is evening and that same something within me that had told me, in a moderate tone, that 1 had had no breakfast finally shouts that 1 have had neither breakfast, dinner, nor supper, but here I am alone in the Great Unknown with no ammuni- tion, with nothing but a waterproof sleeping bag. It continues to rain and I, already in my bag, ten feet from the stony cliff, am beginning to realize that a moisture inside my waterproof sleeping bag is increasing to wetness. The images of trees around me begin to blur and 1 fall asleep. I awake; it is still dark. What awoke me, who had been very tired after having walked ail day? A low growl comes from the trees and my question is answered. Is it one grizzly or a number of them? I become very excited and wriggle from my bag, none too early; for two bears are upon me. I struggle and consider myself lucky because the two bears claw one another oftener than they do me. But my position is none too safe. The cliff is nearer than ten feet now, and ever continues to approach, slowly and surely. I give up hope for I know that I, on an empty stomach, am no match for two bears. I only wish that we, the bears and I, would fall off the cliff. The bears would be as badly off as I should be; and someone would come and find my waterproof sleeping bag, and know that I was no more. My wish is fulfilled; one of the bears loses his balance on the edge of the stony cliff and goes tumbling down, the other bear and I keeping him company. Everything is tipsy. I am falling, falling, falling. Finally we hit bottom; then I wake up, only to find myself to have been sleeping, sleeping with the windows opened and the rain pouring in, wetting all the covers. In my hands are two pillows; I am on the floor. —Jack Matthews. Philanthropy. History courses oft remind us We can help if we but try, In passing on we leave behind us Notebooks for the other guy. —Ex. Impossible! Shory—Mr. Gribbin, there is just one thing I don’t understand. Mr. Gribbin—Just one?—Ex. THE RED AND GREEN Page Ten THE RED AND GREEN Editor-in-Chief ALEXANDER JOHNSTON !21 Associate Editors Literary Editor............ Nathan Martin ’22 Athletics ....................... David Cohen ’21 School Notes............... Bertha Cohen ’22 Alumni Notes...............Glen Sprincman ’22 Senior Notes................... Alger Chapman ’21 Art ..................... Leonard Ritchie ’21 Jokes ......................... Archie Brause ’22 Business Manager John Andrews ’21 Assistant Manager Jack Matthews ’22 Advertisements Augustus Wheeler ’22 Circulation Manager Marguerite Burns ’21 FROM THE EDITOR. ADVANCE! In the past three or four years the Glen Cove High School has shown a decided improvement in many fields of school activity. We all have reason to he proud of our “Alma Mater.” First as to our scholastic standing. Within the last three years the high school has improved in its standing at Albany, and each year the percentage increases. Think of the many advantages and privileges we enjoy that were denied the students of previous years. Active, loyal, and helpful classes have been organized. Not so many years ago the seniors hardly knew their own classmates. We ask you when could Glen Cove boast of any classes more active than 1920, or the present Senior class? Athletics! Even the townspeople point with pride and admiration to their team, as they call it. When has Glen Cove had a football team holding the championship of Long Island, and having defeated a team well known up state? Basketball! We have good reason to say that the season of ’21 has been the most successful season we ever had. Dramatics! The last two senior classes have both given successful and pleasing entertainments, that were for several years lacking in the high school. There are numerous activities that we might mention which have commenced or have been improved in the last few years. Now we have entered upon an entirely new one. We have been one of the few schools that could not boast of a publication of events and happenings interesting to school life. At last we have our own school bulletin, “The Red and Green.” This is a new venture, it needs the cooperation of the whole student body, and the alumni. It must succeed, it will succeed and be worthy of the name The Red and Green.” —A. J. AN ALUMNI ORGANIZATION. Advancement! Improvement! Yes, indeed! and with all our great activities there is one great, crying need in our school life. It is just this. Glen Cove needs to have a firm, enduring alumni organization. Talking, and there has been a great deal of this, can do no good. What we need is action, the sooner the better. A few people cannot do all the work, nor can one class. It needs the support and aid of all the graduates of Glen Cove High School. Come let us get together and organize. At present, students graduate and forget all about their school. An alumni organization would link the graduates and undergraduates. Moreover, as it seems to us, the only way that Glen Cove High School can secure a gymnasium, which it sadly lacks, is through an active, energetic alumni association. Let us hear your suggestions or any comments that you may have, and when the next issue of “The Red and Green” comes out may it also have a column with contributions from its alumni association. —A. ]. Hard Luck. A certain student once headed his examination paper this way:— “Lord God of hosts be with us yet Lest we forget, Lest we forget” And ended:— “Lord God of Hosts was with us not Eor we forgot. For we forgot.” THE RED AND GREEN Rage Eleven cA Word from Our Superintendent and Principal THE RED AND GREEN” AND A NEW GYMNASIUM. The advent of the “Red and Green” is simply another manifestation of the enterprise and public spirit that have identified the activities of our school during the last two years. I am proud to say that in the Glen Cove High School there can he readily recognized the presence of certain fundamental characteristics, without which the high accomplishments we have achieved could never have been attained. Briefly, they are as follows: First, loyalty to the institution itself. This means loyalty on the part of the principal, teachers and students. Second, a determination to succeed even in the face of obstacles. Third, a more than ordinary realization on the part of the individual student of the benefits of a high school education. With these assets, however, we have a few material liabilities, which, to a certain extent handicap the development of our highest ideals. A case in point is the lack of a gymnasium. What this means to a school of our type cannot be considered in detail at this particular time. It is sufficient to say that we have no “gym”—we must have one, and that soon. If there is any sentiment in our community in opposition to this proposition, it should be changed. If there is any lack of enthusiastic interest, interest should be cultivated. In no way can these results more surely be brought about than by the united efforts of our high school pupils, and no better medium can be conceived for the transmission of these efforts to the city at large, than through the columns of our school publication. H. H. Chapman, Superintendent oj Schools. TO THE HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS. Congratulations upon your very successful school year. The spirit with which you have entered into all your duties has been cheerful and determined, and now the appearance of the “Red and Green” to chronicle your year’s achievements is a fitting culmination of your efforts and a clear demonstration of how such a wholesome school spirit, as you have developed, can stimulate you to new and greater endeavors and bring them to a successful termination. Unquestionably this is responsible for your rapid advance in all your high school activities. Were it lacking, the daily demands of your scholastic duties would tend to become burdensome. School work would evolve into a grind, and school life, bare and unattractive. But school spirit is the martial strain accompanying your journey through the high school years. It lightens the tasks and impels you onward. Wien once you acquire that conscious pride in your school’s success and deliberately blend your efforts toward that end, then besides learning your lesson in loyally, you are practically insuring the ultimate success of any projects you undertake. Let us hope that the old students and alumni will be inspired by the solidarity of your aims and purpose, and join sympathetically with you. Let us hope the “Red and Green” will serve to that end, and unite the students of the high school, past and present, while establishing a standard high and noble for the students yet to come. With this in view “carry on” to greater things. Eugene J. Gribbin, Principal of High School. Page Twelve THE REI) AND GREEN GENERAL ORGANIZATION NEWS A General Organization meeting was held shortly after the opening of school, last fall, when the following officers were elected: President.............Edward Denton Vice President....Marcuerite Burns Secretary......................Alger Chapman Treasurer....................... Mr. Gribbin A number of dances have been held under the auspices of this organization throughout the year. As soon as organization was well under way, the last of September, a dance was held to which not only the students, the alumni, and the faculty, but also some of the citizens of the city were invited. This w'as followed by another of the same nature, in November. Following upon the heels of this one, on the fourth of December, was the reception held for the Corning boys, when they came down here to play football. This was an especially enjoyable affair. Games w'ere played, followed by dancing. The whole affair wound up by everyone going out into the neighboring field, to sing and cheer around a huge bonfire, built to celebrate the victory. After this there was a lull, because of Regents. Then another small dance, held exclusively for the school body, was given just before Lent. During Easter week, however, the big Annual Dance was held. A committee consisting of Edward Denton, Alexander Johnston, Herbert Kab-achnik. Augustus Wheeler, Marguerite Burns, Bertha Cohen and Helen McCarthy was appointed, for the purpose of receiving, entertaining and decorating. This committee worked so faithfully, that everyone who attended, pronounced the dance one of the prettiest and most successful dances held in years. This may have been due partly to the fact that the floor was not too crowded for comfort. This was the last General Organization gathering for the year except for the Annual Field Day. Another event which is not held under the auspices of the General Organization, but which is of general interest to the school body, is the Annual Speaking Contest. After a preliminary try-out the following were chosen to compete in the local contest held in the Auditorium, May 20: Alexander Johnston Alger Chapman William Doran Jack Andrews Susanne Bustin Bertha Cohen Edna Hathaway Miriam Abelson Two departures were made from the custom of previous years. Instead of having three judges to decide the contest, there was one professional judge, Mrs. Torbeck of Brooklyn. And what was of quite as much interest to the winners, in place of loving cups, they received ten dollars and five dollars in gold, respectively, for the first and second prizes. The winners of the first prizes were Alger Chapman and Bertha Cohen, and of the second prizes, Alexander Johnston and Miriam Abelson. Alger Chapman and Bertha Cohen entered the county contest at Sea Cliff, May 27, where for the first time since we have contended for the Amherst Cup, Glen Cove won the contest. This culminated the most successful year in Glen Cove High School. THE SENIOR CLASS Officers President..........Herbert Kabachnik Vice President.....Marguerite Burns Treasurer.......Alexander Johnston Secretary................Alcer Chapman To write a history of the Class of ’21, during the past year would take several years and would fill volumes. Therefore a few of the most important things shall be told now. THE RED AND GREEN Rage Thirteen First comes Miss Richards. Everyone of the members of the Senior Class feels that only under her supervision could work be so pleasantly mixed with fun. It is true that she has insisted that we follow the motto, “Work before play”, which otherwise might have been turned about and followed most diligently. It is true she has been rather firm now and then. But this has been for our own good, and we owe her much more than we can ever realize. Come on, Denton! What say we give the “Locomotive” with three “Miss Richards” on the end? Yea, lets go. The class planned from the beginning of the year to go to Washington. We knew that it would be an event that could never be forgotten when in later years we shall look back to our school days in Glen Cove High, and that it would be a worth while trip. We naturally had to have some money to take us there, to keep us there for three or four days, and to bring us back. So the class set out immediately to discover some way of earning it. During the first of the year a cake sale was given. This proved very successful, and we owe much of its success to the one who kindly furnished us with a “store” and to those who donated cakes. Someone said that we might have made about twenty-five dollars more if Nancy had not eaten so much. But let’s not kick. Then, with the help of a few others of the high school, the class staged a very good minstrel. Mr. Martin was kind enough to give up some of his time to the arranging of the stage and Miss Cocks agreed to coach the “actors.” 1 think we have a right to say that it turned out to be a very clever performance. Before it was over, Glenn had everyone wondering who “Margie” was. She was in the audience somewhere because “Buddie” Hathaway saw her. After the cake sale and the minstrel, the treasurer had his hands full keeping track of all the money. Nevertheless, President Kabachnik informed us that more money was needed so a debate was planned between the Juniors and Seniors, the Junior class being kind enough to lend us the services of their best debaters. The attendance was quite encouraging, and the debate went ofT in good shape, the decision being given in favor of the Seniors, by the way. The Juniors and Seniors became quite enthusiastic as to the outcome and this spirit helped to make it more interesting. The three Senior debaters were Alger Chapman, Edward Denton and A. H. Johnston. With the money from these, and with that collected in dues and from subscriptions to the McCall’s Magazine, the class found itself on easy street and ready for the big trip. Thursday morning, the twelfth, found twenty-one Seniors shivering at the thought of arising at such an unearthly hour. But, nevertheless, by hook or crook, the entire class managed to assemble at Sea Cliff, or rather half of the class, for Mr. Reardon boarded the train at Oyster Bay. At seven-thirty the fast morning fiver came to a grinding stop in front of the Sea Cliff station, took on the other half of the class and slowly plugged along toward New York. From this time on, Mr. Elliot •took his position as clown, filling it in a very methodical and businesslike manner. We arrived at Philadelphia about noon. There we met Mr. Gribbin who immediately led us to a large sight-seeing bus in which we enjoyed a fine ride. We saw many places and objects of historical interest such as Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell. The gentleman who was describing the city to us as we passed through it, felt quite proud as he showed us the entrance to the one subway which he said extended from one end of the city to the other. Brother Denton, on the other hand, took some of the wind out of his sails, when he asked him whether or not he had been to New York. We travelled along at a good rate of speed simply driving on the sidewalk when the streets became crowded. The driver took us back safely to the station after he had managed to sell us several dollars worth of pictures. Mr. Gribbin spied a restaurant where things looked pretty appetizing, and there we took a bite or two before boarding the train for Washington. The rest of the journey to the National Capitol was made in peace. One of the members of the famous syncopated orchestra favored us with a few selections which seemed to ease our minds and to soften the cushions at the same time. Our chauffeur met us at the station and took us to our hotel. I have forgotten the name of it, but anyway it was on 18th Street. Here we ale supper and then started out. That night it was raining and so we decided to visit Keith’s Theatre which was not far away. President Kabachnik tried to find the shortest way to 'age Fourteen THE RED AND GREEN get there, but the bell-hop whom he asked was unable to inform him on the subject as he had only lived in Washington four years. But we got there without much trouble, saw a fine show', and started home. Mr. Gribbin quickly sighted a restaurant which we entered as usual. Then to bed—but not to sleep according to “Shorey.” The next morning we started on a tour of the city. We saw all the important public buildings and passed through the most noted residential sections. On the trip, we were given time to go through the Bureau of Printing and Engraving, where all the engraving of the United States money is done; through the Pan American Building; and also through part of the White House. But the most interesting place was the museum. There we spent only a half hour as we were rushed for time; but nevertheless we saw nearly everything. Perhaps the most interesting collection to us w7as that of Roosevelt. From the museum we went to lunch, where Jim Elliot insisted on calling the waiter “pop”, for he claims a father will never starve his children. The afternoon was spent in the capilol. Through the kindness of Representative Hicks, we were able to visit both the Senate and the House of Representatives. They were both in session at the time and we managed to hear several well known Senators give their views on the Appropriations bill, which was recently passed. Everyone hated to leave; in fact many of us stayed until the meetings were adjourned. That night we went to the Congressional library. Mr. Gribbin urged the guard to let us into the reading room, from which we were shown around the part where the books are kept. There, too, we saw' how' the books are obtained by the reader. After going through the whole building we returned to the hotel for sleep. Saturday we arose, slow but sure, and started for the monument. It looked taller and taller as wre approached it, but we decided to climb without the help of any elevator. Before we w'ere half way up we saw the mistake that we had made. It seemed as if the more we w'alked the farther we had to go. When finally we did reach the top we spent a few minutes in looking around. Of course, no one felt the need of a rest, but yet we looked around for quite a time. The air was very clear, making it possible to see things at a great distance away. One of the most beautiful views was that of the Lincoln Memorial. After we had looked in every direction from each window and had discussed every possible chance of rescue by the way of the elevator, we decided to climb down. The descent was nearly as bad as the ascent, but we reached the ground without any casualties. Something told us that it was nearing the lunch hour, so we returned and ate. Mount Vernon wras our objective that afternoon, where we saw everything that was to be seen. This was one of the most interesting trips we took. Here we had some spare time to take a few pictures before the boat returned. We spent Saturday night in a little different manner, going to Glen Echo, Washington’s Coney Island. Once we started on the roller coaster we did not get off until the cars had made about seven trips. Then we alighted and made for another one, tried that once, and were caught in the rain. But the rain did not drive us home. We took in everything that still ran and then, at a very late hour, started back. Everyone got back safely, except Bill Boyle. He went to sleep on the car, but luckily he woke up at 5th street. In the wee hours of the morning, he crawled up the last step to the third floor. Sunday morning Jim Elliot tried to urge some of us to take a walk with him while he took a few pictures. He soon lost any hope of company and so started off alone to the White House, where he stationed himself directly in front of the door in order to get a good view of the building. Just then President Harding walked out and Jim nearly fell over. First, he says, he did not know what to do. Anyway, he took off his hat, and pulled the trigger of his camera. When he tried to claim after he got back that he had seen the President, no one believed him. However, we have to believe him now for he has pictures for proof. That noon we left for home and arrived in Glen Cove about nine-thirty. We certainly could never had hoped for a more enjoyable trip. Everything turned out even better than we had expected. Much of the success of our good times was due to our chaperones, Mrs. Andrews and Mr. Gribbin. Surely the trip could not have been so pleasant without them. Since we have returned nothing has interrupted our regular work except the speaking contest. The contest was very successful and the Senior class feels satisfied with two out of four prizes. THE RE1) AND GREEN Rage Fifteen Not only that, but we can claim one of the successful contestants for the Amherst Cup, which Glen Cove won this year. Taking it all in all the whole year has been thoroughly enjoyed, for something has been going on every week. Our one thought now' is to do our best in the regents. And in after years when we look back upon our high school days, undoubtedly the most vivid recollections will be centered around our Senior year. It was in that year that we really awoke to the value of an education and first began to appreciate the privilege we had enjoyed in being able to complete our course. It was then, too, that we began to realize what the efforts of our teachers actually meant to us. For any success that we achieve in the future we must not forget that a great part is due to the patient and loyal efforts of the faculty. JUNIOR CLASS NOTES Class Reporter......... Bertha COHEN Whenever you read of a large, successful school event you can almost always consider that the Juniors had something to do with it. Gus Wheeler, as president of the class has led them in their successful work with the following staff of officers: Dorothy Hallock, Vice President; Archie Brause, Secretary; Jack Matthews, Treasurer. It is no wonder the class is well know'n. You may further identify them by their class colors, blue and gray; their mascot, the eagle; and their motto, “Seize An Opportunity.” The class has given a few' entertainments. The first was a farewell party to Miss Lillian La Forge, a member of the class, w'ho left this city. A few members of the famous football squad attended, and all had a jolly good time. Later the Juniors gave two other parties to which the Seniors were invited. These parties (to quote the class diction-arian, Miss Pauline Fadrosky) were the epitome of delectable times. The Junior girls have organized a Junior Tramp Club, which is a success now, but will do more next year. The girls go on a hike once every two weeks, when they build fires and eat their suppers at the beach. These little excursions are al- ways delightful, and the girls are under the careful guidance of Miss Richardson. The Junior boys have distinguished themselves by their excellent work in the Minstrel and Debate, which has been appreciated and valued by the Senior class. Next year just look out for them, and see what they will do. They are planning surprises for the school and the whole city. THERE SEEMS TO BE SOMETHING THE MATTER W ITH SOME OF THE JUNIORS. CAN YOU TELL US? Why does Alice Howell? Why is Mary Green? Why is Gordon IF right? Why is it that Edna Halh-a-way? Why does Adeline Boyle? When being shown some snapshots of a large white building taken by the Seniors while on their week-end trip, a clever Junior replied, “Why, I say, the place isn’t such a bad looking hotel.” The picture was of Mount Vernon. We find two selfish people in the whole Junior Class. Glen Springman and Archie Brause. Glen grabs all the height and Archie grabs all the width. SOPHOMORE NOTES Class Reporter .... Emily Raynor It has been a difficult thing for the Sophomore class to organize for the Sophs are scattered in a number of different class rooms and it is not an easy task to get them together. However, the plucky Sophomores have not let this trifle baffle them and of the twenty-five members they have elected Robert Purshall, their President; Alice Conway, their Vice President; Tessie Brawn, Secretary and Miss Baker, Treasurer. Their colors are red and black, and while as yet they have no motto, their slogan seems to be “W ork.” Kathryn O’Brien, one of the Sophomore girls did some excellent running at the athletic meet at Min-eola, May 21, and many other Sophomore girls aided in the pageants. The Sophs like the other classes have not progressed so much this year because of the hard Rage Sixteen THE RED AND GREEN work before them, but we think they deserve some credit. One Wednesday morning while singing our high school songs, one of the Sophomore girls said to a Junior: “I don’t see why they give one girl all the credit and leave the others out.” “Who do you mean?” queried the Junior. “Why, they are always singing about Alma Mater,” was the innocent reply. « « During Biology period Miss Baker asked a Soph boy: “Jimmie, where do bugs go in the winter?” “Search me,” said Jim. FRESHMAN NOTES Class Reporters: Mikiam Abelson.................A 1 Gertrude Van De Water..........B 1 The Freshman class of Glen Cove High School is not yet organized, but with all, the Freshmen have made themselves conspicuous both in and out of school. We cannot say much for their scholarship but their spirit is wonderful. They are the busiest little mites, always getting in the way of the upper classmen. Wherever you go—in the corridor, on the stairs—in the classroom—you will find the inevitable freshman grinning openly at you. On May 2, 1921, the B Biology class, consisting mainly of freshmen, went on a Botany hike to Appleby’s woods. The class was under the able supervision of Miss Baker, the Biology teacher. ALUMNI 1912 Genevieve Cocks is a clerk in the Nassau Union Bank. John Dunn is a priest of the Roman Catholic Church. Mary Germaine is a private secretary for a minister. Donald Mackenzie is an engineer in an aluminum factory in the South. Anna Mahon is married to a lawyer. Bertha Whiting is teaching at Cold Spring. 1913 Kathryn Cocks teaches Oral English in the Glen Cove High School. They built a camp fire and ate a light supper which consisted of frankfurters, rolls and cakes, while Miss Baker delved into the mysteries of Botany. Everyone had a good time, and looked forward to many other similar events. Their desire for hiking (or was it eating) was soon appeased, for on May 12th, the sewing class had their little expedition, when Miss Green and Miss Erskine were the chaperones. The class had an appetizing meal which consisted of about the same food as the one before. Then they were joined by the Junior tramps, who were also having a little outing on the same beach. Both parties joined forces and played games. All had a splendid time until it began to rain, when they all scrambled for the first place at the station. Some walked home and others waited for the trolley. These are the only two outings the Freshies have had, but they have tried to distinguish themselves in other ways. The freshman recitations in the Assembly on Friday are some of the best. The Freshman certainly made a mark for themselves in speaking when Miss Miriam Abelson, a member of their class won second prize in the annual prize speaking contest. This is the first member of a Freshman class ever to win a prize in the speaking contest. The Freshmen have tried for a place in athletics, but, of course, the choice was given to the more experienced classmen. However, if the promises of what they will do next year come true, our Freshman class will be transformed into a reliable Sophomore class. NOTES May Burns is a doctor, with her office in Glen Cove. Benjamin Kabnick is a chemist in New York City. Katherine McLoughlin is in the employ of Gude, Windmill Co. Lulu Hansen is a trained nurse in Mineola Hospital. Frieda Matz is the kindergarten teacher in Glen Cove. 1914 Ruth Cunningham is a trained nurse in the Glen Cove Public School. Thomas McCarthy is an attorney in Glen Cove. Joseph McGough has a civil service position in Washington. THE RED AND GREEN I’age Seventeen 1915 Edith Germaine is with her parents in Florida. Nathan Levin graduated from New York University, and is living in Bridgeport, Conn. Edna Springmann is married to James Gillis, of New York. They have a daughter, Naomi, one year old. Nathan Wolpert is a mechanical engineer. He works in New York. 1916 Julia Dobris is a stenographer in New York City. Rena Ludiam is married to George Schoelles, of Sea Cliff. Florence Perkins is married to iMr. Balton and lives in Sea Cliff. Abraham Kabnick is finishing his course in dentistry at the University of Pennsylvania. Mabel Duryea is specializing in English and Elocution at Syracuse University. Ralph Hedger married Bessie Brisbon. He is in business in Brooklyn, where he lives at 1764-Bed ford Avenue. 1917 Helen Grant is a typist in New York, where she lives. Esther Brause is finishing her course at Cornell University. Percy Cowan is a Junior at Princeton. He is a member of the Princeton Quartette. Ruth Davis is a linotype operator in the Glen Cove Echo Office. Theodore Maliesky is studying chemical engineering at Polytechnic Institute,, New York. Stephen Whearty is completing his course in Chemical Engineering at Renssalaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy, New York. 1918 The following are away at school: Meyer Cantor—Law—Columbia University. Roderick Hallock—Ministry—Wesleyan University. James Matthews—Dentistrj—University of Pennsylvania, EdwavJ .smith—Swartmore College. ftichard Myers—University of Rochester. Elizabeth Fyfe is employed by the Western Electric Company. 1919 Mary Casey is a stenographer in New York City. Albert Dombrowsky is a cadet at West Point. Luanna Fadrowsky is a stenographer in the Metropolitan Life Insurance Company, New York.. Bertha Hathaway is working at the office of the Gas Company, Glen Cove. Theresa Levin is living in Bridgeport, Conn. The following are continuing their studies further: 1'rancis Coughlin—Brooklyn Polytechnic Institute. Arthur Buxenbaum—Columbia University. Josephine Howell—University of Syracuse. George Trespass — Accountancy — University of Syracuse. 1920 Mary Burke is living at Syosset, L. I. Helen Cocks is teaching in the kindergarten of the Glen Cove Public School. Charles Daily has a position in a bank in New' York City. Julia DeVine is a stenographer in the Long Island City Railroad office. Alice Parliman is a stenographer in an Import and Export Office in New York. Estelle Robbins is a stenographer in New York. Clinton Snayd is w'orking in the Oyster Bay Post Office. Edmond Townsend is taking a post-graduate course at Friend’s Academy. Andrew Varga is working in an Insurance Office in New York City. ■ The rest of the class are at school as follows: Katherine Bessell—Oswego Normal School. Dolly Brause—Cornell University. George Breuer—Colby College, Maine. Elizabeth Chapman—Yassar College. Meyer Dobris—St«ic College, Albany. George Doran—Fordham College, New York City. Jean Fyfe—Barnard College. Sophie Greenberg—Pratt’s Institute. Dorothy Hawkins—Brown’s Salon Studios, New York. Ruth Levin—Bridgeport Normal School. Ruth Markle—New Paltz Normal School. Loretta Matthews— Brown’s Business School. Marcella Murtha—Jamaica Training School. Julius Tenke—Engineering—Brooklyn Polytechnic Institute. Grenville Vale—Colby College, Maine. Page Eighteen THE RED AND GREEN FOOTBALL With the opening of school began the football season. What a sensation it was that first afternoon to see so many out on the field. Everyone wanted to throw the ball. How funny it seemed to try to throw the spiral pass! Captain Petroccit was seen talking over many of the problems with our coach. The first few days were spent in doing light work, but when the football material for the team had arrived, hard scrimmage began. Our coach, Mr. Gribbin had a hard time to pick a suitable back field. He wanted to keep Kabachnik on the end because of his good work there the year before. fter practicing for about a month, we received a challenge to play at Oyster Bay on October 2nd. Due to the presence of Dr. Mace of Port Washington, we were told to play only our first formation, but even this was too much for the Oyster Bay boys. With Wheeler, Kabachnik, Petroccia and Sheehan, in the back field, it seemed as if we were going to score one hundred to nothing. When Powers, Oyster Bay’s star halfback, carried the ball only once, and was heavily downed by Cohen on left end for a big loss, he immediately refused to carry the ball again. After forty minutes of one-sided playing, Glen Cove won by a score of thirty-seven to nothing. Now that we had won out first game of the season, we were determined to win the championship of Nassau County. The next Monday at 3:15 found us all on our field ready for practice, and the formation of new plays. Our next victim was Adelphi Academy of Brooklyn, to be played the coming Saturday. Because of the hard game they had played against us the year before, we were determined to defeat them. The day on which we motored to Adelphi was very warm. When the Brown and Gold eleven came upon the field, we were almost dumbfounded. What a husky bunch of men! We looked like midgets in comparison with them, but with a little encouragement from Mr. Gribbin, we were ready to begin our fierce battle. In the first eight minutes of play, Sheehan made two touchdowns. The old saying, “The heavier they are, the harder they fall” was certainly true. As soon as Kabachnik got his hand on the pigskin, they did not know where to run. Making gains of forty and fifty yards, four times did he carry the ball safely across for a touchdown. Dione, the right end of the Red and Green, was ripping the Adelphians out of the air right and left. In the last minute of the game, the forward pass was thrown by Sheehan to Cohen, which resulted in a touchdown. Thus we returned victoriously to Glen Cove with a score of forty-four to nothing. This overwhelming victory put such courage into our men that we were determined to defeat all the other teams. The next game, with Lynbrook on October 16th, was at Glen Cove. This was our first home game, and turned out to be a very easy one for the Red and Green. Lynbrook was stunned by Glen Cove’s line plunging and their stonewall line while on the defensive. The play was not very spectacular, except for the brilliant fake forward-pass of Kabachnik. This game resulted in another easy victory for Glen Cove, thirty-four to nothing. As we were to go to Port Washington next, we were taught new plays, that we might baffle our oU and bitterest enemy. The field was covered with cindeis, but this did not stop us. We had Port Washington always on the defensive. The game was another real walkav� «.v. j.'or every tackle the Glen Cove boys made, you could t ertr a Port man getting up groaning from his unexpected collision with the field. Port could not hold back our tackle plays. We marched from one side of the field to the other, smashing their line to pieces. The game finally resulted in another victory for us with the one-sided score of thirty-four to noth- THE RED AND GREEN Page Nineteen Football Team of 1920 Champions of Nassau County ing. It seemed as if Port were out of our class. The next encounter, with Marquand of Brooklyn at our field, turned out very disastrously for us, although we won the game by twenty to nothing. Sheehan, our line plunging half back, broke his collar bone when he made a flying tackle in one of the kick-offs. The Hanson Place boys were simply outclassed, and the issue was never in doubt from the time that Kabachnik and Petroccia in the first two minutes of play, put over the first touchdown for Glen Cove. Overwhelmed with confidence from our five successive victories, we accepted a challenge from Poly Prep at Brooklyn. This was our first and only defeat of the season. The game began, and when one fumble was made by one of our eleven, it was all over. We just lay down. Much credit must be given to Captain Petroccia for his splendid work in keeping the team together. The game was prolonged to dusk, but Poly outclassed us in every play. Glen Cove’s only touchdown was made by Hathaway when he recovered a fumble and ran forty yards across the goal. e returned to Glen Cove very much disappointed, but we resolved this would be our only-defeat. The next Monday afternoon found us in our classroom enjoying (?) a severe calling down from our coach. He was certainly right. This talk put new life into the team and we were once more out to cover up our defeat. The next game with Freeport at Glen Cove was to decide the championship of Nassau County. By defeating Freeport by another one-sided score, forty-six to seven, we won the championship of Nassau County. This game was played with great skill and vigor. The only touchdown made by-Freeport was from a splendid run by one of their players, who intercepted a forward pass. Near the end of the last quarter, Wheeler made a remarkable forward pass to Cohen, who was over the line, scoring the last touchdown for Glen Cove. On Thanksgiving Day, we played St. Francis Page Twenty THE RED AND GREEN Preparatory School of Brooklyn. This was a very one-sided game. We were entirely too strong for them, and could do anything we wanted with very little resistance. The game was not very exciting and resulted in the score of fifty-two to nothing. We had already disbanded for the rest of the season when we heard that the Corning Team— the champions of Steuben County—had challenged us to play a post-season game. Immediately Glen Cove accepted. The boys arrived on Friday, December 2nd, and were taken to the homes of the boys on the team. The game, which proved to be too fast for them, was the best ever witnessed in Glen Cove, and after forty-eight minutes of excellent playing on both sides, ended with Glen Cove triumphing by a score of thirteen to six. The regulars, who played in almost every game, were as follows: Cohen Shorenstein Matthews Chapman Springman Sanford Doran Wheeler . . . . Quarterback Kabachnik . Right Halfback Hathaway Sheehan Petroccia (Captain 1 . Substitutes: Dione, Papsidero, l'rousdell, Doxey, iMartin, O’Brien, Cofield, Elliott, Cocks, Fyfe, and McCarthy. Much credit is due Manager Johnston, who was always around, rain or shine, to help the team in any possible way. If any one was hurt, he was always handy with first aid. Letters were awarded to fourteen of the squad. Of these fourteen, eight will graduate, but Mr. Gribbin says that he will have enough material for next year’s team, of which Doran was elected Captain. The last event of the season was the football banquet, which has now come to be an annual affair, greatly enjoyed by the football team. Looking back on Glen Cove’s most successful season, let us not be content with the victories gained. Let us work as hard next season to again retain our championship. BASKETBALL It seemed as if we were not to have a basketball team, for we could not find any place to play. When we found out that we could use Pembroke Hall, what a thrill ran through all of us! Mr. Gribbin immediately ordered uniforms, and practice was started. Manager Alger Chapman began scheduling games and soon many challenges were received. Captain Sheehan began with Mr. Gribbin to organize a suitable team. This was not difficult because everyone knew just who would make the team. It seemed impossible to surpass Kabachnik and Hathaway as guards, Sheehan and Cohen as forwards, and Springman as center. Practice was held every afternoon, and the boys soon had an “eye” on the basket. Our first game was held at Great Neck, January 29. It was a rainy night, but this did not discourage us in the least. At the end of the first half, Great Neck was leading us by several points, but we became accustomed to the baskets anil easily surpassed them. We did not play such a good game because we were not yet in shape, but nevertheless we defeated them by a score of 31 to IB. The next practice found us remedying our mistakes, and learning new signals. Our next game was with Rockville Center on our home court. We expected this to be a hard game and so we prepared for such. The score was close throughout the whole game, neither team leading by more than several points. When the final whistle had blown, we learned that we had won by a scant margin of one point, 28 to 27. The next three games were easily won. From Hempstead 57 to 18; Mineola 43 to 16; and from Lynbrook 51 to 15. On February 14, we were to play Rockville Center again, this time on their court. Our fellows practiced hard for this game, and that Saturday night found them in perfect condition and ready to show their opponents how to play hard basketball. We outclassed them in all ways. We played “rings” around them, and lost for them their chance for the championship by a score of 22 to 17. Now that we had defeated a good contender for the Nassau County Championship, we had great confidence of keeping the banner which we had won from Oyster Bay. Our next game was but a scrimmage with Mineola for our game with Oyster Bay. We defeated Mineola 52 to 12, and THE RED AND GREEN Rage Twenty-one were now ready to give Oyster Bay a good lacing. They came to Glen Cove determined to bring their banner back to Oyster Bay, but they were greatly disappointed. Sheehan, captain of the team, was the star, winning baskets from all sides of the court, and when he stopped, Cohen continued. Thus the resulting score was 40 to 18, in favor of the Red and Green. Our game with Far Rockaway was our first defeat of the season. This prepared us for our game with Port Washington, which was very disastrous to them. They had brought their whole town over, but that did not do them very much good. Hathaway and Kabachnik, Glen Cove’s guards, played a starring game, Springman, too, was in good form. The final score was 41 to 9. On February 21st, we went to Oyster Bay to play a return game. Due to the fact that the court was very small, and the baskets very low, they defeated us, thus making a tie between the two teams. The final score was 39 to 27. The final game was to be played at Roslyn to decide the championship. Before this game, our first and second teams went to play at Port, and sure enough both teams won. Captain “Yak” easily led the second team to victory; while the first was a very interesting game, with a final score of 23 to 19. Most exciting of all was our final game with Oyster Bay at Roslyn. The Roslyn Gymnasium was crowded with people from Glen Cove and Oyster Bay, as well as from surrounding towns. At the end of the first half, Oyster Bay was leading by six points, but this did not discourage us. We were determined to keep the banner, no matter what happened. With ten seconds to play, and Oyster Bay leading by one point, Cohen shot a foul which tied the game. An extra five minute period was played, in which Cohen shot another foul. Thus we had won the championship of Nassau County by a very close margin. In the last five games of the season, we lost only one—to Bay Shore. For the first time in the history of the high school, had Glen Cove defeated Flushing in any sport. Our last game of the season was played with Lindenhurst in which we won by an easy score of 28 to 19. Thus by the good work of Hathaway, Spring-man, Kabachnik, Cohen, Captain Sheehan, and substitute Petroccia, our basketball team passed a very successful season. The material for 1922 looks very promising, and we expect to continue with our former success on the court. The student body of the high school deserves to be complimented for the manner in which they supported their team for the whole season. TRACK Since we have no baseball team, it was thought advisable to take up track. Some of the fellows, under Manager Petroccia’s supervision got together and with Mr. Gribbin’s help, entered the track meet at Port Washington on May 7. Glen Cove came home with three prizes; first in the 440-yard run, and second in the 220-yard run, both won by Hathaway; and a third in the 440-yard run, won by Petroccia. After this meet Hathaway was elected Captain and we formed a track team to compete in the Interscholastic meet held at Mineola on May 21st. Leonard Ritchie won first in the Junior high jump, Springman third in the Senior high jump, and Hathaway second in the 440-yard run. The school is indebted to Edward Brause and Franklin Vincent of the eighth grade for contributing seven of Glen Cove’s sixteen points. All these prizes won by Glen Cove show that we have material for everything that we enter, and if we go in to win, we win. Although track has not been very successful in Glen Cove this season, there is absolutely no reason why we cannot be as successful in this line as in football and basketball. Come students, wake up and support the track team, if not this season, then next. Higher Education. Miss Baker—In case anything should go wrong with this experiment, we, and the laboratory with us, will be blown sky-high. Now come a little closer, boys, in order that you may follow me. Have a Heart? Andrews—I am indebted to you for all 1 learned in your course. Miss Andrus—Not at all, it was a mere trifle. —Ex. Page Twenty-two THE RED AND GREEN Don’t You Just Love This? Why, the colossal nerve! Isn’t that so, Shory? 1 can’t teach you people arithmetic and algebra, too. Do you agree with him, McLoughlin? All right. Now settle down to work. We wont have any more nonsense. You act like a couple of two-year-olds. When I went to school it was etc., etc.---. hy, any fourth grade children can answer that question. They’re not hard at all! The trouble is that you people are too downright lazy. Improvements For Our School. 1. Have the school nearer home. 2. Bring the third floor down to the first. 3. Omit the third book in Geometry. 4. Forget that Cicero ever gave Catiline such an awful calling down. 5. Provide games in the study hall for those who haven’t anything to do. 6. Give the students time to get from class to class—say about twenty minutes. Advertisements. IjOst—The patience of most of our teachers. Please return—large reward offered by the student body. Wanted—A student to live up to the ideas the teachers have of a good scholar. Report to Herb. Kabachnick. Wanted—An interpreter to translate the language used by the history teacher. Apply to Bill Shory. Lost—The brains in the owl, the Senior mascot. If found please return immediately. They need them. Found—A teacher who never lost her temper. She was buried in 1606. For address apply to Tom Sheehan. TAKEN FROM ENGLISH WORK Handed in by Pupils jrom this School. 1. The clothing of the Armenians is nothing but rags, being all separated from their families. —That’s new to us. 2. Abraham Lincoln was the first man to discover America—Well, we’re glad to know that, anil to think we’ve been mistaken all these years! 3. Mobilize is when anyone gets frantic over anything. He is said to be mobilized—That’s funny; Webster defines that differently. 4. The plural of hero is heroine—My! does not the English language change rapidly? 5. The feminine of monk is monkey—You don’t say! 6. Hawthorne shows that Phoebe is kind-hearted when he tells that she was willing to wash the dishes the day after she came—Most likely this is from a girl’s viewpoint. 7. The days rolled into weeks and then months and finally died at Mount Vernon—They died at a nice place, anyhow. 8. Invitation to a former teacher to attend a class party, “If you can’t come, write us anyway, because we won’t be disappointed in your absence” —They are pretty open about it. 9. Was is past in form but present in meanness—We know that. 10. You can see the men gamboling—Say, but he is one bad speller. 11. Shakespeare is buried both inside and outside his tomb. Inside is his natural body. Outside is his effigy—Well that’s interesting. 12. The argument was basted on religion— We can see you were taking sewing. 13. I am not sure she is lame, but I take it for granite on account of her peculiar movements— No wonder, granite is pretty heavy, you know. 14. Clifford became childlike due to the fact that he lost part of his mind—He’s lucky. Some people never had any to lose. THE RED AND GREEN Page Twenty-three SOME PLAYS WE KNOW ABOUT. 1. Tea for Three—Hearing between Mr. Gribbin, teacher and pupil. 2. Nothing But Lies—Our excuses. 3. The Emperor Jones—Our former cadet captain. 4. In The Night Watch—Studying for a test. 5. The Sacrifice—Staying after school on your own accord. 6. Smooth As Silk—Some people’s alibis. 7. The Bad Man—William J. Johnson. 8. The Champion—G. C. H. S. 9. Welcome Stranger—Seniors in Washington. 10. Nice People—Our teachers? ? ? ? 11. Ladies’ Night—Detention nights. 12. The First Year—Our Freshman. 13. The Lost Romance—-Tom and Mary. 14. Deception—Thinking of passing on a class average of 75 per cent. 15. Romance—Miss Tyler. 16. The Home Stretch—The week before Regents. 17. Dumb Bells—Room 201. 18. The Only Girl—Miss Brandhorst. 19. Tip Top—Football and basketball records. 20. Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse—Herb, Tom, Mike, and Dave in the latter’s fliver. 21. Enter Madame—Study Hall, 7th period. 22. Biff, Bing, Bang!—Mr. Gribbin at end of first half of Polytech game. 23. Connecticut Yank—Arthur Hathaway. 24. Ziegfeld Midnight Frolic—After Oyster Bay vs. Glen Cove game at Roslyn. 25. My Lady’s Latch Key—Key to Room 204. 26. Lightnin’—Jacob Bernstein. 27. The Passing Show of 1921—The Seniors. Obituary. Died—Our hope of having a gym for a few years to come. Died—With the coming of summer; diligence in doing home work. Died—With the coming of Regents, our happy go lucky manner. He Was Buried Next Day. Teacher (to pupil who has asked foolish question)—You know that fools can ask questions which wise men cannot answer. Student—Yes, that’s why so many of “flunk” in the exams.—Ex. Who Said That! During the Senior-Junior, Sophomore-Freshman baseball game, a small boy, standing in front of the backstop was hit in the ear by a ball, and ran away, crying. Then someone made a bright crack. “That place ought to be recerved for teachers.” Safety First. Fyfe—1 wouldn’t stand for that if I were you. Why don’t you call him a liar? Springman—That’s just what I’ll do. Where —where is a telephone?—Ex. Solved. Leonard Ritchie—I wonder how long I could live with brains. Miss Brandhorst—That’s yet to be seen.—Ex. Well? Miss Light—In writing stories for children, Gerald, you should write so that the most ignorant can understand. Gerald—Yes, mam. What part of it don’t you get?—Ex. That's Easily Seen? Denton—The doctor told me that if I didn’t stop smoking I would be half-witted. Elliot—Why didn’t you stop?—Ex. The Proper Odds. Herb—What’ll we do tonight? Tom—I’ll spin a coin. If it’s heads we go to the movies; if it’s tails we go to the dance; and if it stands on edge we’ll study.—Ex. Poor Thing. A woodpecker sat on a Freshman’s head. And settled down to drill, He pecked and pecked and pecked awav And wore away his bill. —Ex. Miss Richardson—As I’ve told you people before, “It’s up to you. You know I don’t have to pass this Regents; I passed Geometry Regents a long time ago. And the whole class agreed with her. She passed it a long, long time ago. us Page Twenty-four THE RED AND GREEN Make Your Money Work Unneeded or Surplus Money carried in the pocket, soon melts away, and to spend all invites poverty and disaster. Open an account with us at once and deposit your Surplus Funds so that they will not dribble away, but will be working for you all the time. The Nassau Union Bank GLEN COVE, N. Y. C. I. HUDSON CO. 96 BROADWAY, NEW YORK Members N. Y. Stock Exchange N. Y. Cotton Exchange N. Y. Coffee Exchange N. Y. Produce Exchange Philadelphia Stack Exchange Chicago Board of Trade Direct Wire to main offices connecting with all markets Daily Market Letter BRANCH OFFICE GLEN COVE, N. Y. FRANK D. AUSTIN, Manager POST OFFICE BLDG. Telephone 1140-1141 ' 51 GLEN STREET, GLEN COVE, N. Y. JAMES W. 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