Bridgeport Central High School - Criterion Yearbook (Bridgeport, CT)

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THE CRITERION Messrs. Silverstone and Pratt greet life with a smile .Xnd really think nothing but perfection worth while. Catherine Colby and Lois Hangs Two very close friends are they The one is quiet as Silence herself While the other is very gay. Josephine lflynn trips upon your sight XYith a store of jokes each day But the way she fusses about things Yyould till your heart with dismay. lfrank Smith comes from Stratford .Xnd brings with him a smile XYith which, I think he means, .Xll feminine hearts to beguile, lilliot Smith smiles too sometimes But we think him awfully shy: Catherine Brown owns a whisper wond'rous :Xnd for its sake, we often wish To have Miss Brown sit near us. Nlr. Jepson goes on with quite a sally Of tritles light as air lint heavier thoughts has the grave Mr. Russell With which every day hc finds he must tussle. iXnd now to crown this story Of men both great and small l'll add its crowning glory ilur class president so tall And beg you hope with me That when the White House he's attained lle'll look on us with favor Our great james Lucey. Thus ends the song, thus ends the storv Of people who have gained superlative glory .Xnd happy we'll be to remember or dreaim Of tl'e characteristics of the class of 1913. -,'XlJliI.AIIJE Cxuipv. 07 0V Pnopnacvi vgoaubgv - Vgvogbjv ACADEMIC CLASS 1913 HEX I was elected class - prophet, it occurred to me that Zfikfi it would not be out of place to experience my vision in a manner that was known to all my classmates and amid the surroundings which we had shared for the last four years. Several prophets of former years had dreamt ponderous dreams. while others had met with accidents that produced a condition quite proph- etic but none the less painful. Now to dream one must sleep, and although during my life I have both dreamt and slept and spent considerable time in so doing, yet I found that the faculty seriously objected to my doing either upon the premises. About this time the Senior latin class was studying the sixth book of Virgil in which Aeneas, with the great- est facility makes a trip to the here- after. Willy should l not do this? XYhy should l not paint in glowing Fifteen terms the immortality of the class of ioig? l set to work with the greatest enthusiasm, but my ardor was checked with a sudden shock as my first vision revealed l.ouis lllumberg shovelling coal into the largest furnace that l had ever seen. I realized that it would be necessary for me to confine my fancy within mortal bounds or else my re- marks would be altogether too per- sonal. On the twenty-fourth of .'X1DI'il.rlllIli CR1'r14:moN was issued. .Xccording to my usual custom. l was selling them in the rooms on the topmost Hoor, and had just completed my rounds with the exception of Dr. Stanley's laboratory which in the fifth period harbors the Senior chemistry division. I sighed as l thought of leaving the fresh, pure air of the corridor. but taking a deep breath, I heroically entered. The at- mosphere was blue and heavy. lt ap- pealed to all the five senses but Oh!

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TITE CIiIT'EliICDN Marjorie Judy is witty and wise And every good thing under the skies. Mister Wlhite impresses one Vliith all the force of Napoleon himself Nl'hilefMr. Konopky is a surely merry little e . With an extract of sunshine. smile. Mabel Ensign and Maude Beers Two winsome maidens fair .Xnd when they are together Great friendship do they share. Bobby Brown rises to study E're the sun doth ope his eye But with his marks withal ls hard to satisfy. Mr. Spivack studies geometry by the hour Nor has he time, like Donald Root, to search an early flower. Mr. Phillips, 'tis said, is quiet :XS a mouse in a church would be Miss Disbrow sure at giggling Can never be surpassed Except perhaps bv Miss Hanson VVho at every trifle laughs. Mr. Schwarz can wonderful pictures make :Xnd his cartoons are often as cruel as Fate. Miss Vlfhelan and Mr. Shannon, two artists of high degree, XVho introduce into the historv class, Cuhist art of great variety. lllr. Christie at causing confusion Has the better of every one And as the champion fun maker He might well, a gold medal have won. Of the Misses Newstrom, Miller and Shey One might easily and trulv sav: True senior dignity doth mark their smiles. Helen Cook is a merry care-free maid VVhose deportment is ever happy yet staid. Marshal Dewitt, as it struck his fancy, XVould into the cooking-class stray, But at the sight of those caps and aprons, .-Xbashed-he would hasten away. The Misses Fennel and Fitzgerald Have the thanks of the school For their patience runs on Like the thread from a spool. Then there's Miss Candee who loves fresh air. And Mr. Lashar who does not And they have had much ado to solve That temperature called hot. Mr. Keating in the Senior play For Dockstader himself would pass VVhile Mr. Murray is the Caruso of the class. Alice Harrigan is a suffragette On voting quite intent Mihose very voice, from off the walls Hath all the pictures sent. Mr. Rosenthal talks with all the speed Of an up-to-date talking machine Wliile Eric Begg and Charles McElroy Ne'er talk at all, so it would seem. The Misses Mclllann and Landry On music much time spend. Hashfulness with Bobby Bishop ls quite a natural thing P And blushing is 'Maurice Morgaifs Sole besetting sin. The Misses Casey, Cole, and Morrissey .X little circle make And when they are together Like babbling brooks, the silence they do break. Alice Lavery is a maiden mild On whom Mr. Luippold doth often smile V Mr. McLeod is a very nice boy So both boys and girls agree. Mr. English tries very hard to be solemn .Xnd fails quite miserably. Louise Kileourse helps all sinners in distress And in the midst of a recitation XVith failure just on ahead Her voice will come thund'ring to you In a whisper as loud-as red. Eba Moller is tall and fair And her blushes go well with her golden hair. Mr. Ostrow is a very little man llut a mountain of strength is he As he manages our school paper And keeps it going financially. Barbara Dubois' whistling Puts the very birds to shame And her lengthy conversations with Miss Hopkins llring them both fame and pain. Mr. Blumberg has sprouted poet's wings And gains great glory by the verses he sings. Miss Chichester is a quiet miss .Xnd Miss Sherwood is a budding maid Yvliom Southport breezes kiss. Mr. Adams is a tall and impressive young man XVho took care of our pictures as only ex- perts can. The Misses Gallagher and Pixley Upon this earth were sent j To liven up dark corners . And make sinners all repent. Mr. Amsel at blufling is quite a success His opposite is Raymond Hall Vtfho never really bluffs at all. Katheryn Hill with very much vigor and vim Talks in class or out as it suits her whim. Messrs. Ambrose and Sheehan are two shining lights W'ho study their history both day and night. Mr. Black is an athlete, Hugh Taylor is one too And they have won great victories For the Bridgeport crew. Miss Brittin comes from Fairfield Each day in a trolley car .Xnd Catherine Treadwell takes the train From some place still more far. Julia Carrol quite a magician is .Nt juggling her recitations She says one thing and affirms another NYhile what she means is another matter. FouRWeem

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THE URITERION how it penetrated, pestered, and par- alyzed the nose. I staggered here and there, making ,the wrong change and stumbling over everybody's feet. Raph Iiorf was shrieking something about the .Pequonnock river and he had evi- dently brought some of it along with him to substantiate his statements. I reeled from the room and fell weakly on the stairs. I lost my senses, but the same odor suggested by Raph's words lingered about my nose nor did it depart as I looked about me and saw that l was seated on the top deck of a small steamer that was puffing labori- ously up a river whose banks looked strangely familiar. I shook myself and then I remembered, to-morrow the great new high school of Bridgeport was to be opened and Chief justice of the Supreme Court, james D. Lucey, was to be the speaker of the day, and Bruce T. Simonds was to assume the duties which his father had lately re- signed. As the boat neared the wharf. I saw a crowd of people collected as if expecting its arrival. Ilut upon dis- embarking, I found that their attention was held in quite another direction. On one end of the dock, Raph Korf and Fred Ambrose were conducting a socialist meeting, while on the other, Lucy Disbrow, supported by the Misses Flynn, Barske, Fitzgerald and Pixley, was loudly proclaiming the su- periority of woman over man. XVhy look at that, she shrieked, pointing to a Figure crouching down in one corner and whom I recognized as Tommy Lashar, Ile hasn't earned a dollar since the day I married him. Tommy presented such a pitiful sight that I walked away from the dock and out upon a broad, well paved street. Upon the corner stood a man with a large sign llelp the blind about his neck. XYho should it be but jake Knopke! I approached him and cried hllello Jake, how are you?'l Imagine my surprise when he answered XVhy hello, Judge, I hardly knew you with your hair parted. jake and I began recalling our experiences in B. ll. S. and particu- larly those in that famous Ancient His- tory class. I learned that Pratt, Hall and English had gone on a search for a stone boat, while jenny Casey had written many popular songs of which the most renowned was entitled, That Smiling Rag. Jake also volunteered the information that llill Andres had become a famous baseball pitcher, al- though he could never play more than live innings without utterly losing his control. I remembered that Bill could never last a whole period without be- coming more or less wild. ' Leaving Jake, I continued my walk. On the opposite side of the street was the jewelry store of Amsel and Silver- stone, while next door, by accident I suppose, was a neatlittle candy kitchen run by the Misses XYilson, Miller, Lavery, and Cook. I was just about to enter one of these establishments-I hardly think it is necessary to state which one-when I heard a 'noise. And what a noise it was! The earth shook and the air vibrated. I expected at least to see an earthquake when who should come racing. rumbling, and rushing around the corner but Henry Stagg. XVith the help of two or three policemen, one of whom was George Ilrown, we brought him to a halt, 'l'hinking that he was in trouble, and that I might be of some aid to him, I inquired what was the cause for such Sixteen