Paterson Eastside High School - Mirror Yearbook (Paterson, NJ)

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E J GIRLS HIGH SCHOOL JUST FOR FUN. It was their first wedding anniversary and they had a small group of friends at their home to spend the evening. Some time had been de- voted to games, dancing, and singing, but, as was usual when Jack Latner was around, fand, of course, he was since it was his anniversaryh there were many earnest requests for a story. Jack was a born story teller and enjoyed nothing better than to tell stories to a few inti- mate friends. It may also be said, without fear of contradiction, that Jack's friends, enjoyed nothing better than to listen to one of his stories. Q His story, as I remember it, was as follows: I was just entering my second year at col- lege after having taken a two years' vacation. The professors put me,in the room with Joe Latner. I suppose they thought- we were related to each other in some way. Well, we weren't relatives, but we became wonderful pals. The fact that we were both dark led many to believe that the two Latner boys, both sophomores, were cousins. We certainly acted it, for we got along too well for brothers. It certainly was peculiar that we should have had the same sir name, but still more peculiar was the fact that our fathers were both Thomas Latner, Jr. Well, knowing our fathers were the same in name, we began comparing them in other particulars. A Joe's father we called Thomas Lat- ner I, and mine, Thomas Latner, II. We put each of their names on a separate piece of paper and under them put a list of all our father's characteristics. Q We compared these lists and found that our fathers were similar in many ways. We did the same for our mothers, but these didn't tally as well. Of course, these lists were made out for fun, but they certainly came in handy once or twice when we had to write character sketches for English. Enjoying this list making a great deal, I suggested that we compare the rest of our rela- tives and said I'd do my sister. Joe had no sister, but he did have a cousin, so he did her. Joe's list of his cousin's characteristics was wonderful-according to that I was sure she must be superhuman. I got interested, asked about her, and ended up by writing her a Christ- mas card. This was accompanied by a long explanatory letter from Joe. What it said I never knew, but I do know that it was the cause of making his cousin, Eunice Latner, answer, sending me a lovely letter of apprecia- tion. That letter was my downfall. After I read it I decided that the writer must be about my sister's age--fourteen. I asked Joe if my guess were correct and he said it probably was-he couldn't keep track of ages. I answered the letter and asked her to con- tinue writing, saying it would be good practice and would aid her in her school work. She did so, and we carried on a long correspondence, stretching over almost two years. By that time I was completing my Junior year at school, and felt rather important. At Christmas, Joe asked me if I wou1dn't spend the holiday season at his home. I gladly consented, for Eunice lived just a short distance away and I was indeed anxious to meet a girl who could Write such lovely long letters. I supposed her to be a high school girl-probably a junior or senior. Imagine then my surprise when I was introduced to Miss Latner, teacher of the sixth grade. Ah! nowonder she-could write long letters about school work! ' Fine joke, fooling me by posing as a student. After recovering from the shock, I enjoyed myself immensely. During the vacation we had many good times--often just the two of us, and occasionally making a foursome with .Ioe and Jean Vance, a next door neighbor and Eunice's closest friend. Needless to say, both Joe and I were desir- ous of prolonging our vacation, but we couldn't, so we returned to college when I began to again write to the little girl who was a big girl, In one of my letters to Eunice I asked her why she had written to me so long in the guise of a child. Her only answer was, Just for fun. With that I had to be content. Of course, at the time I was not satisfied, but those three words shall evermore be my motto . Here there was silence. It was short, how- ever, for everyone was anxious to know why. Well, the why of it is that when I proposed 'to Eunice she was cruel enough to say that there was no earthly or heavenly reason why she should marry me. I corrected her, telling her she should do it for the same reason she had written to me- Just for fun . She consented and when she asked.Jean to be her bridesmaid Jean answered, Funny, but that's just what I was going to ask you. X Well, to make a long story short, we had a double Wedding. ' ALICE COSINE. As this Year Book goes to press, over 700 copies have been subscribed for. .

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SENIOR YEAR BOOK 37 struck terror to their hearts. The British were coming! The town was unprotected. Worst of all, only that day Nancy had learned that her lover was to carry a secret message to the nearest Continental general, and that he in- tended stopping on his way. How could she save him-and Mother and Little Sister? The British were only a few miles down the road. Could she? Dared she? 'Calling her mother, she ran quickly to the stable and hitched the horses. Mother and Sister were soonyon their way to Cousin Hope's house,- where they would be safe, at least for a' time. . Left alone, Nancy. at once began, her prepara- tions. She would welcome the British cordially, and offer them the use of the house. She would feed them, and at night, steal out into the garden, bribe the sentry, and wait for John by the tiny bridge. Man proposes, but God dis- poses, and so it was that Nan'cy's plans were not carried out. The American troops had also learned of the stealthy approach of the Red Coats. The Continentals advanced, and the two armies met in the fields before the Owen home. Though, in reality, the battle was short, to Nancy, watching from her room, it seemed an eternity. The waters of the stream which ran through the garden were turning red. . Nancy, seeing it, shuddered and moved away. A bul- let tore through the window where she had been standing. The roar of the guns seemed louder than ever. She must do something-anything -to end this awful waiting, Suppose her father were lying out there, wounded. Swiftly she ran outside and, unheeding the bullets that whizzed by, sped across the road. Straight into the fight she went, and then, lifting a wounded man, half carried, half dragged him back to the house. Stopping only long enough to make him comfortable, she returned just in time to see a man with a bullet-pierced arm drop his musket. Nancy enlisted his aid, and together they worked. Man after man was 'carried into the great white house, and man after man blessed the girl who had courage enough to brave the danger of the guns. - The skirmish was almost over, but Nancy and he who helped .her returned once more to the field. A soldier had fallen face downward, and as they stooped to lift him, she gave voice to the question she had been longing to ask. John- John Barry-is he here? The man shook his head and a great pity welled up in his eyes. Mingled hope and fear written on her face, He's not dead! Tell me, he's not dead! Nancy cried. No, he said shortly, and lifted the man so that the girl might not see his face. Carefully they carried the wounded fellow to the house and placed him on a. couch. Then Nancy, seeing his face for the first time, gave a terrified cry, Oh John!- John! To Nancy Owen Barry, sitting before the win- dow in her great-grandmother's bedroom, the scene suddenly changed. The bungalow again appeared across the road, and the sound of guns could no longer be heard. Gazing wonderingly about her Nancy realized that she had been sleeping. Down to 'her uncle she ran, eager to tell of her curious dream. A 'As she finished her tale, a strapping young fellow in khaki opened the front gate and walked Iirmly up the path. Nancy was seized with a strange sense of familiarity with the situation. This boys' name was John, and he, too, had come to bid farewell. Dimly Nancy knew that she was saying, I'll wait for you-in the garden, and heard as dimly, Be true, Sweetheart. I shall not be long. -ELVA M. DUTCHESS. TO A GRADUATE. To you is the joy of a finished task, Of a battle fought and won, Your books seemed quite an ominous foe, But you have conquered them at last. As a soldier has his smiles and tears, Yet pushes on his way, You have had your doubts and fears, And now the Perfect Day. Then with you take fond memories, Of joys now past and gone, Would they could last for centuries Within you to abound. When you recall those early days VVh-en you were just pea green And stop to smile at many ways You see as you were seen. Then you chose your pals and friends, To share with you life's good, Some were faithful to th-e end And by you staunchly stood. Some will travel on with you, Some, other roads will take, Others say, Good-bye to you, And you, part of their mem'ry make. What e'er you do, where e'er you go At study, work or play, Strive always just to crush the foe, To have all Perfect Days. GLADYS M. DOTSON, '23.

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SENIOR YEAR BOOK 39 PET EXPRESSIONS. Florence Abbott-Nope. Dorothy Anderson-Is that nice? Freida Appelbaum-It's a,pleasu're. Elizabeth Archibald-Yes, I think so. Mae Barrowclough-Where have I heard that before? Barbara Belovskyb-Oh, Lawdy. Sarah Berman-els my hair alright? Rose Bornstein-Oh, Eusphrosyne? Gertrude Boessneck-Gee ---- some people have more nerve. Esther Boyle-Oh, my dear! Evelyn Carr-Oh, gosh. Sylvia Cheifitz-You're so dumb. Loretta Colvin-Beau-ti-ful! Ethel Condon-Don't say anything. Allce Cosine--Say THUNDER for me, Edythe Cohen--Aw-gee-whiz. Edna Daly--I'll find out. Gladys Dotson-Any powder on my nose? Dorothy Doss-Oh, let's do something. Diana Dresner-Ain't chooo? Stop-Dee. Elva Dutchess-I'll think about lt. Charlotte Dotson-Not prepared. Grace Duffy-Now, I'll tell one. Lillian Glass-Too funny! Alice Fitzgerald-Oh, my lands. Mildred Feltman-Do you thinkfwould you like? Ethel Feldshuh-Child, dond do dat. Freida Fire-That reminds me-shave I too much powder on? Berbadette Fitzpatrick-Oh-cowbells. Tillie Fromel-Yea-and all things like that. Tillie Frankel-Ah, gwan. Celia Gaddes-Oh, good-night, Ruth Gary-DARN-it. Marjorie Green-Imagine that. Alice Gregson-Oh-say! Harriet 'Gessler-Ain't got none. Rebecca Hirelicke-OH, gee. Claire Holster-Har-har. Elizabeth Konesky--Oh, gee. Marian Lane-I don't wanna! Dinah Levenstein-Lend me your mirror. Anna Massar-You're a pest. Marjorie Munson-Did you hear the latest. Gertrude Parker-S' allright. Margaret Peters-Why the rush? Margaret Pollitt-Why don't you stop? Alice Potts--Oh, gee, I don't know. Marlon Russell-Gee, whiz. Minnie Rothstein-Oh-that' princess! Lillian Roemer'-Every day in every way I'm getting fatter, etc. Dinah Rosen-Oh, what do you know? 52. Wanda Rege-Oh-he's awfully nice. 53. Clara Rizzo-Oh-my. ' 54. Marjorie McPhail-Oh, I don't care. 55. Ethel Silver-Oh-I wore, etc. 56. Anna Sanders-Have I got everything? 57. Merle Shauger--Glory! 58. Ella Strobino-Make it snappy. 59. Rona Silverman-We had a swell time. 60. Edythe Thompson-Oh, he's so collegiate. 61. Margaret Thompson--0, shoot. 62. Alice Turner4Did ya hear about it? 63. Mary Watts-OH, Lizzie, wait a minute. 64. Edna Wardle-Goodness! , 65. Jean Waldman-Well, I'll tell you! 66. June Waldman-It's not .so worse. 67. Helen Walker-Oh, heavens. 68. Margaret Ward-Oh, Moses. 69. Anna May Webster-Gee, what'll I do? 70. Fern Young-Come-mon, 1et's go. 71. Sarah Zarrow-Oh, gee. 72. Sadye Rosenberg-Every day in every way I'm getting thinner, etc. BOOKS PERSONIFIED BY SENIOR CLASS. The Pilot-North. Eyes of the World--Faculty. One Day-When we began our P. H. S. career. Sweet Girl Graduate-Each one of the fair sex. Three of Us-Dee, Rose, Fritze. Golden Block-P. H. S. Obstacle Race-Exams. - The Light that failed-after exams. The Mannequin-Wanda Rege. Lavendar and Old Lace-Elva. Dutchess. Aunt Mirande-Ruth Gary. Prisoners of Zenda-Those not graduated. Days of Days-Jan. 26, 1923. Little Dorrit-Dot Doss. The Turmoil-Hel-en Walker. Slippery McGee-Loretta Colvin. The Nightengale-Mildred Feltman. Carry Onl-Our noble 4-ls. The Beloved Vagabond-Mary Watts. Her Father's Daughter-Florence Abbott. It Pays to Advertise-Lillian Glass. Year of Delight-Senior Year after 'Grad. The Jam Girl-Rose Bornstein. Smiles-Dee Dresner. This Side of Paradise-After 5:15. , First Lady of the Land-Miss Hemingway. No Man's Land-Girls' High. Dangerous Days-A week before exams. FRIEDA APPLEBAUM.