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

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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.

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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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40 GIRLS' HIGH SCHOOL ALMA MATER. Through the years We've left behind us, Through the sunshine and therain, You have guided, Alma Mater, And you'have not led in vain. To the height of clearer knowledge, You have led our wayward feet. Unto you we sing high praises, Unto you bring tribute meet. Years may lead to new ambitions And new lands we may explore Thru our hearts one song is ringing That shall echo evermore. E Hail! all hail our Alma Mater This our watchword always be. In the fields of high endeavor We shall ever sing of thee. ELVA DUTCHESS. THE TRUTH. What Lightning is to Speedg What Snap is to Effort: What Gas is to the Motor Car: What Butter is to Toastg What Ten Cents is to a Freshman: What Food is to a Sophomoreg What Sleep is to a Juniorg What Commencement is to a Seniorg Gives but a light idea of What our Faculty is to all of us. EDNA DALY. A SOLILOQUY OF A SENIOR. To rise, or not rise that is the question, Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to rise And carry books unwillingly to school Or by an extra nap avoid my troubles. And in this sleep forget and be content To rise whenever me the spirit moves, Yes, that is the question. EDNA DALY. HIGH SCHOOL PROVERBS. She who talkveth much, bloweth loud and sayeth little, is foolish in the eyes of teachers and a bore to all the children of men. She who giveth nothing, but receiveth all ion examsj is a first class sponge. She who passeth a note in the classroom with- out being caught is a Wonder in the eyes of the pupils. She who talketh much shall never see her name on the exemption list. She who thinketh aloud and is seen by her teacher shall not receive credit for her thought. She who steppeth on the heels of a Senior shall certainly hang her head. She who loveth her teachers and showeth that love, shall love also her report card. She who sitteth in a quiet corner and sucketh her thumb shall never sin. She who sitteth with her mouth open taketh in many things. She who teaseth not the Freshmen is a traitor to her school. She who nurseth a big head will some day nurse a grouch. EDNA DALY. ONE LITTLE MISSTEP FOR ALICE. Everyone agreed that the dance was a success as far as a good time for all was concerned, the music was fine and the crowd was a good jolly one. Alice was having a marvelous time as she later described when, carelessly she looked at her wrist watch. It was halfipast---well, what's the difference-it was more than half past the time she had promised her Dad she would be home. She remembered she told him she would be home at twelve so she bid everyone goodnight and started for home. -- -- -- ---- --Reaching the house she left her escort promptly at the door and then took off her danc- ing slippers and tiptoed her way up the stairs. She had to cross the living room in order to get to her room and was just complimenting herself upon having closed the door noiselessly when she tripped over the carpet and fell all over the key- board of the piano,' touching as she thought every key. And then came a disordant note from father. LORETTA LAWLER.