Barringer High School - Athenaeum Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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20 LOCAI.S. LOCALS. i»79- Merry Christmas. Happy New Year. '76, Mr. J. G. Olds is at Princeton. The Semi-Public is next in order. ’78, Miss Alice B. Poinicr is at Vassar College. Why not have a Thanksgiving every month ! The next examinations occur during the fourth week in January. Of the former members of the class of ’79, Messrs. R. K. Clark and C. F. Dar- lington are at Princeton. The membership of the present Hespe- rian Society exceeds that of any of the past five years. Yale has 1022 students; Harvard, 819; Cornell, 500; Princeton, 495; Amherst, 335 ; Columbia, 227, and Williams, 208. Our advertisers arc the representative business men of Newark. In purchasing holiday presents bear them in mind. The disappearance of Prof.-----’s auto- graph album has caused quite a furore in the circles of the male Junior class. The poem entitled “ To our noble School Building, consisting of seventeen stanzas of twelve verses each, is respectfully de- clined. The Columbia Spectator is one of the best of our exchanges. The college jokes are not the worst feature of the paper. We don’t quite understand, but will some young lady enlighten us as to how Miss Jennie S. Jones can be obtained from Miss Susan Jane Jones, or Miss Matilda Ann Slamhammcr can be changed to Miss Millie A. Slamhammcr, and others of a like nature? 77, Mr. T. W. Lautcrborn is studying medicine at the University of the City of New York. Mr. F. Riggs is at Columbia, Messrs. E. E. Worl and W. A. Dougall arc at Princeton. Among the latest contributions to our exchange table, we notice the Irving Era, published by the Buffalo Central High School, the Pcnna. College Monthly, and the Rochester Campus, all exhibiting a high degree of typographic and literary ability. It is really astonishing to note the large number of drafts, that certain of our Newark firms have “just accepted as we present a bill for advertising. How can the art interests of Newark be advanced, when the young lady members of the Rhetoric class de-Klein to encourage our gentlemen artists? '78, Mr. Joseph M. Woodruff is at Princeton, Mr. David Maclay is at Colum- bia, and Messrs. A. H. Ward and E. H. Rockwell arc at the University of the City of New York. Couldn't the Semi-Public committee arrange to have a farce in which all the members of the Hesperian could take part ? '76, Mr. D. H. Wisner is taking a course of lectures in medicine at the medical de- partment of the University of the City of New York. Mr. Pentz, having other duties to per- form, tendered his resignation as Junior editor of the ANNUAL. His position was filled by the appointment of Mr. Bruno Hood, of the Senior class. ’74, Mr. Louis Hood, desires private pu- pils in the Classics, higher English, and German. Apply at 127 Washington st.

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A CARD. 9 “ well of English undefyled ” is opened up to them by the lucid pen of the fascinat- ing Mr. Quackenboss. A new influx of scholars has been re- ceived from the grammar schools to be in- itiated into the mysteries of X. Y Z ; to be led through the mazes of lingua Latina, to puzzle their heads over declensions and conjugations, and at last break their hearts on the stern rock of the subjunctive. This year, the incoming scholars so far exceeded in number the graduates, as to render the formation of a new class neces- sary. The room chosen for their use is in Corey Stewart’s building, and has, at least, the advantage of being near the sky. In this way, a new room has been added our School, and a new teacher, Miss Crane, to our corps of instructors. Of course, each member of the High School imagines it in a more flourishing state during the year in which he graces the institution, than it has been before, or can hope to be in coming times. In school life, as elsewhere, we judge our- selves most leniently, and, in the same spirit, we beg all our readers to criticise our work. •• Be to our virtues very kind, Be to our faults a little blind. A CARD EROM THE “HESPERIAN RECORD.” My task is done—my song hath ceased—my theme Has died into an echo; it is fit The spell shall break off this protracted dream. The torch shall be extinguished which hath lit My midnight lamp; and what is writ, is writ. Would it were worthier !” Thus, with this edition, our term of of- fice expires. Although we have met with many difficulties and discouragements, yet we cannot say that the duties of an editor are devoid of interest. It brings one in contact with business duties of daily life, and tends to sharpen and enlighten the intellect by necessary research. For the success of our paper, our thanks are due to our contributors for their kind assist- ance, to our advertisers for the helping hand offered, and to our subscribers and readers for their willing sixpence. In consequence of the publication of this paper, it seemed expedient to us to combine the December and January numbers with the columns of the Annu- al and we would request our readers to substitute this publication for the above mentioned numbers. And now in resigning our positions to our successors, although our connection with the Record will be no more as editors, yet the same interest will always be felt towards it, and we sincerely wish that the project will be carried forward, proving to be, as it has been in the past, not only of great interest to those con- nected with it, but also to the Hesperian Society in general, and in time taking its deserved rank among the school journals of America. “ Ik what shone afar so grand, Turn to nothing in thy hand. On «again ; the virtue lies In the struggle, not the prize.”

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CUPPINGS, 21 Of the twelve male members of ’79, none swear, eleven dance, six out of a half-dozen are not partial to a good cigar, nine make regular visits every week, three have never treated to apples but always want to be treated—respectfully. All arc Republicans, one imagines that he has a talent for singing, making the night hide- ous with his howls, and twelve would give their all to take part in the farce at the “ Public.” For further particulars, see Government Census for 1875. The Juniors have lately had the well- known problem of the vintner and the wine, given them in their mathematics. A Junior editor remarks that it would be a good idea to put the name of a promi- nent member of that class in the place of the vintner, and Prof.----- s ink bottle in the place of the wine cask, and would like to know how many times the bottle has been filled up with water and how much pure ink there is left in the bottle. CLIPPINGS. We have found out the shape of a kiss at last;- It is a-lip tickle. We saw a young man the other night with two heads on his shoulders, but didn’t consider it much of a curiosity.—One be- longed to his girl. The meanest thing we have heard of yet, is two Sophmores putting a Freshman to bed after he had treated the class.— llowdoin Orient. One of the “ fair ones” boasts that her lover in the junior class is telescopic.—She can draw him out, see through him, and then shut him up. “ What do you think of Brown's preach- ing? asked a theologuc the other day. “I think,” was the reply, “that he did better two years ago.” “ But he didn’t preach then.” “That’s what I mean.”— Spectator. A professor of German, not a thousand miles away, being asked how often he shaved, replied :—“ Dree dimes a week, effery day but Soontay—den I shafe effery day.”—Ibid. A theological student was asked what theory he held regarding the devil. He blandly replied that he had not yet got to the devil.—Campus. “ What is an axiom ? ” asked a teacher of a Senior in Geometry. “ An axiom is a-a thing that is plain at the first glance, after you stop to think of it awhile,” was the lucid reply. A Western editor publishes a poem which “ was written by an esteemed friend, who has lain in the grave for many years merely for his own amusement.” A J unior wants to know if by “ indirect vision ” one can see a star that is below the horizon.—That is like shooting round corner. A tack points heavenward when it means the most mischief. It has many human imitators. An inscription upon the wall of an old wayside inn, not ten thousand miles from Connecticut: “ Hcres to Pands pen Dasoci! al Hou?—Rinhar M. Les, Smirt: Ha! (N. D. F.) Unie, T, Fri; end, shi! Prc, I, Gnbe, J, U, Stand, K. Indan Devils!!! Peako, Fn (one).” Can any of our readers translate it ? Dennis Kearney declined the chair of Profane History, at Harvard College.