Barringer High School - Athenaeum Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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Arrnlaitr rr i31 XKKLINd in silence at the foot of the altar of a chapel was a young squire, who was to he made a knight on the following morning. As the p 3 1 Jong hours of the night passed he thought of the years of his service under the master knight to whom he had been Ixmnd as squire, of the tests of honor and valor he had come through, and finally of the ceremonies of the knighting. He was to remain in the chapel until dawn, keeping guard over his armor. At last daylight came, and soon a procession, headed by the master knight, entered the chapel. A priest solemnly blessed the armor on the altar, and the knight administered the oath of chivalry and loyalty. Then unsheathing his sword, lie touched the young squire upon each shoulder, saying, “Rise, Sir Knight.” This was the Accolade; the symbol of bestowing the rights and duties of knighthood upon a squire. Now the youth was free to go forth and make his name as a knight in the world. There is in Barringer a group of squires who are alxiut to receive their acco- lade. They have gone through a long jjeriod of preparation and are now looking forward to the ceremony that will set them free to go forth to show their worth in the contests of the world. They liear upon their shields the emblem of Truth. Honor and Light, and they will do their utmost to keep clear the fame of that emblem. Strength ami glory to the new knights. May they do credit to their master knights! Page Sine

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iCraitrs Jrnnt a iiarg February 3, 1923—To-day I had my first taste of High School. It’s very queer. We don’t have to march in and out as we used to do at Grammar School. I guess I like it, but it made me feel bad when a senior laughed at my skinny knees. I don’t care though, they were Freshies once! March 15, 1923—The Dignified Seniors gave us a reception. We were entertained in the Auditorium, and then we went to the Gym, where we grabbed lolly-pops and watched the Seniors dance. All our mothers were invited, but they went to the Library and drank tea and met our teachers. I'll have to work a lot because my teachers gave Mother an earful. All at once, too. Poor me! February. 1924—I am a Sophomore now, and have passed to the “Wise Fool” age. April 1, 1924—I have been having a peachy time at school lately. I have made many new friends who are lots of fun. The other day, just after I had planted a nice chalky eraser on Bill’s back, in walked the teacher. Well, 1 am still going to detention. I won’t let Mother know, because she thinks that I stay in with my friends. Well, so I do! September 30. 1925—I am a Junior A already, for time has flown. Our class organized to-day. Mrs. Hultman is our class adviser. We elected Victor Tortoriello, President; Eleanor Palmer. Vice-President; Doris Frost. Treasurer, and Marion Spanjer. Secretary. Some bunch! December 3, 1925—Our class held an auction in the Gym to-day. It was a big success, and there was plenty of noise. Now we can lx ast of a well-stocked treasury. Wiener is some auctioneer! The music was good, anyway. February 2. 1926—I am a Junior no more. L«)k me over, boys! I am a full-fledged Senior. We have elected Art Voorhees, President; Doris Frost. Vice- President; Dot Maicr, Secretary, and Harry Frost, Treasurer. Congratulations! April. 1926—I am tired to-night! We held a reception for the 4A’s to-day in the Gym. We gave prizes for the best dancers and also a prize for the couple who had the Lucky Number. The Senior A’s seemed to be having a good time. One of the prizes was a silk handkerchief, and it just matched Bill McDowell’s suit. He was the winner. That’s footwork for you! May, 1926—More money for our treasury! We brought' Greenwich Village to the Lunch Room to-day. The place was decorated beautifully and spookily. The only light was from some orange candles. I shall never forget it. Punch and ginger ale disappeared in large quantities. September 3, 1926—A Senior A at last! Our class is organized for the last time. The officers are: Henry Schoettly, President; Elsie Cueman. Vice- President; Florence Brady, Secretary, and Harry Frost. Treasurer. I have to work real hard this term, because I want to get a Scholarship Diploma. October 12. 1926—Goodness! My j ocketlxK)k is flat! To-day I ordered Christmas Cards from a sense of duty. October 16. 1926—I’ve just got back from the football game. Dickinson surely did knock all our hopes for a championship flat! Well, the other games haven’t been so worse, at that. Just wait till we lick East Orange! November 10. 1926—My feet arc just aching to-night. I have danced almost all afternoon. We held our Senior Prom to-day. 1 had a fine time, and we made a lot of money for our treasury. There were prizes given for the best dancers and for the Lucky Number dance. I won a prize, and I feel as though I owned the world. November 17. 1926—This is positively the last day on which 1 may hand in material for the Accolade—so says the Editor-in-Chief. Page Ten