Centenary College - Hack Yearbook (Hackettstown, NJ)

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THE HACK '34 While the crowd was gathered to see Sargie's yacht, I noticed Marjorie Meyer who is now the editor of a famous joke magazine, too much absorbed in discourse with the sailors to heed the passing of the yacht. She is a typical business woman and the crew, she knows, can give her the best data for her jokes. Being a professional eavesdropper, I overheard a conversation between Marion, Wilkinson and Betty Homer. Marion seemed a bit dissatisfied and was anxious to return to dry land where she could drive one of her twenty-five l'Chevies,' about. Betty was in sympathy with her, and she proceeded to tell Marion she was to be the house guest of Mahatma Ghandi in order to study his living conditions. I also over- heard that she was taking a dozen Indian Head sheets as a gift to him. Much excitement was on board! fbut not one overboardj. It was rumored that a certain mischievous Lid Oakley was found in the smokestack and was being held as a stowaway. However, I knew the Captain would weaken. As I sauntered through the corridor, I met my old pal 'fGi11 who is now married to a minister. She has broken away from the traditional Ladies Aid to get a taste of Parisian kind. She's still the same Gill,,' and, as always, with innumerable friends. During our conversation she informed me that Teddy Boss Qyou remember Teddy -the good and faithful Q'Teddy who took chapel attendance?j is now a missionary to Africa and is off to show the cannibals how. Someone pointed out to me, as I strolled on, the former Elizabeth Holzrichter, an heiress to millions. Her husband was giving her some competition in a game of shuffle board, but he seemed to have a pretty hard time keeping his eyes on l'Libby, his mind on the game, and his arm securely wrapped around her Pekingese dog . . . but he jovially said, All's Well That Ends Well! Wh hello, Dottie! So ood to see ou a ain! Yes, I've heard about our . Y . Y -g Y Fl in Down to Renov and reclaimin the name Simmons, and also about our second Y. g I h . g . Y marriage. But this time 1t,S the real thing, niest pas? Miss Simmons accompanied me to the dining room. We arrived just in time for the Captain's Dinner which was being held in honor of Mlle. Cox, the designer of the ship, and famous for her intellect in designing and creative ideas. At the far end of the table was Dickie who is quite sold on a suave Paris creation by the name of Dr. Long. QThe long and short of it!j They were Hawaii- bound where they will live on Love.,' More power to them! The boat was nearing the English Channel. Mary Lewis was eagerly eyeing the choppiness of the water, and anticipating the swim in which she was going to give Trudie Ederle some competition. Seeing the Old Familiar Faces made me once again recall my college days, and I thought to myself , . . 'This Cannot end here and now! WE MUST HAVE A REUNION! ! The Captain rose and proposed a toast to C. J. C., and in unision we sang, Hail to O'ur College and to the Class of Thirty-Four. 84

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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

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THE HACK '34 CLASS SONG fTzme- Hats Of To The Bandv-University of Maine Songj There's a college down in Hackettstown Where the Musconetcong flows, Where the teams all show them how to go, Win or lose in any game. Where the students sure know how to cheer, And we're going to win to-day, May we keep before us ever, Valiant deeds of other days. CHORUS We are the girls you see, With spirits free, To cheer for C. J. C. And we'll go smiling through In all we do, With colors always true. We've got the pep You bet-to make a rep- As we go marching forward. Hail to our College And to the class of thirty-four! 85