Centenary College - Hack Yearbook (Hackettstown, NJ)

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Xiliiixxxxixx, ' 9 g ' I RU wi' I O 'TiXXtCii1flX1Cif KX K, ALL ABOARD! Last call for your tour on the good ship C. C.! We're Future Bound! The evening was a balmy one, and a perfect time to inspect the deck and the passengers . . . All the passengers seemed jovial, but strolled about in the hungry man- ner which the salt air so aptly gives one. I sat in my deckchair dreaming a little, and with a casual glance I turned to inspect the young couple immediately next to me. To my utter surprise it was none other than Ethel Leh, accompanied by Becky. They did not notice me, however, as they were deeply engrossed in the Royal Road to Romancef, The dinner gong sounded! People entered the dining room with much gusto. I was reminded of the scene that took place during my college days-a bell, a ravenous mob scene, and last but not least, the delicate foodstuffs which always awaited one. I gazed around, upon hearing children's voices, to see five tots assembled around the table with their mother. Could it really be? Yes, none other than our good friend Bark', displaying her usual remarkable patience and understanding with which I was so familiar in the days of yore. They say she was on her way to join her husband in Soutli America. I watched with interest the people leaving the dining room. Among them was Zimmie escorted by her husband, George. They looked deliriously happy, although I know George would much rather have partaken of one of Zimmie's', unsurpassable meals. The meal was a colossal one, and the people seemed to have that drowsiness which comes after one has been too much the Epicure. I noticed, however, that many people seemed to respond to the soft strains of Beethoven, so I joined the parade to the Ball Room to hear soothing notes, after the excitement of the maddening crowd. NO!- I could not go-not while someone was moaning and obviously in agony as this lady to my right was. In my Good Samaritan manner I turned to offer my possible services, and the familiar face of Mac Conly more pale and wan than as I remember itj turned slowly from gazing into the waters to receive my stare. Her spirits were melancholy as her evils were double-she was not only oblivious to the exquisite music, but her illness made her wish, as never before, for a good old C. C. I. bed. However, her wittiness was still with her, and she remarked that she felt like Mt. Vesuvius in an upheaval, and she made further declaration that she preferred the days of the cradle-rocking to this boat and its harshness. I put her to bed, and my sympathies were all in her direction. 82

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THE HACK '34 CLASS POEM Two years are gone. Gone, like a white bird Flashing. Gone, through shadow And sunlit silence, Glimmering and dipping, Passing into infinity, Leaving behind Only the memory Of a lovely thing. We know now Why the star-bow Arches across the heavens, Glowing, Its wavering sparks Moving in eternal rhythm. We stare into the minds Of men, and wonder What problems, these, To clog the great machine. Two years are gone. Gone, like a white bird Flashing. Young thoughts have risen From chaotic depths Into the light, Blinded, awe-struck, Seeking the heights Like a white bird Flashing. BETHUNE MILLEN 8 I

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THE HACK '34 I arrived at the concert almost at its conclusion, but I was fortunate enough to meet Mary DeSantis who informed me that she intends to reside on one of the seven hills of Italy and to sacrifice her life in an endeavor to find The Lost Chord. The first boat dance was to be held! Gay ladies dressed to meet the very love- liest occasion. Of course, all the smartest ladies patronized Mlle. Hixon whose original coiifures are of wide renown. I walked into the massive ball room, and instead of the usual murmurings and mirth, there was a silence. Then I knew-the Master of Ceremonies was about to make the announcement that a famous Hulu Hulu dancer, who had just returned from Hawaii where she had taught the natives a few things-fthe more intricate steps, you knowj-was about to perform. She was Florani Nebuli Qnee Betty Bogenj. Lights were low, and people awaited her entrance with anxiety. The suspense was over! There she was-in our midst! A sudden burst of music welcomed her, and she responded in an inflamed wiggle-her feather skirts flaring, and then ceasing as she abruptly tossed herself about on one foot. Her hair was like the wilderness. How she twirled herself about madly! The dance was in full sway, and I gazed about to see the charming ladies. The first person who came to my attention was the glamorous Miss Peggy Meier. Everyone's eyes were upon her, for her fame as the great screen star had reached the ears of people of all nations. Amid her overwhelming popularity I still found Lafayette and Princeton leading the race in her esteem, The inseparable Miss Krekel and Miss Cooper were enjoying themselves thor- oughly. They were dancing to UI Love You Truly, though they seemed rather fas- cinated by a number of men who looked pretty smooth to me. Good Night, a Thousand Good Nights seemed to be the gentle hint that the dance was over, but I was far too gay for sleep. Many people seemed headed in the direction of the Bar and Grill Room . . . oh, yes, the Captain, too, was there. I noticed immediately his stars and stripes and the many cords denoting his allpowerful position. There sat none other than Cookie opposite him-glass in hand and drinking a toast to 'steady weather,' etc. I don,t know about the passage being paid, but she was getting there! The mirth of people slowly ceased and they were headed for their cabins, but I continued to stroll about the deck. Obviously someone else had like desires, for in a yonder obscure corner I saw a dark form. As I approached I discovered the star pupil of my former college days, Bethune Millen, amazed by the vastness of Nature, which is so collosal yet so willing to be kind to one minute puppet. Here was a real Bohemian, contented with the intellectual bread and H:Of' She enlightened me on the subject of astronomy. Then came the dawn! The first thing to greet my eyes was a graceful yacht sailing by. People rushed to the rail to witness the sight. I grabbed my binoculars, and immediately recognized the former Miss Sargant with her utall, dark and handsomev husband by her side. We called Dottie', to shout our greetings to her, and with a burst of bellowing she cried, Ahoy, Ahoy, and soon found out from Sarge,' that she was on her honeymoon and would return to her Park Avenue Apartment soon. 83