Centenary College - Hack Yearbook (Hackettstown, NJ)

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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

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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 MAN HATERS' CLUB OFFICERS Press-a-dent ..4.. ...4..,.,.,.,....,........, ' KPeggy Meier fshe errsj Secretary .,.,,....,.... ..,.. ' 'Lid Oakley four volume writerj Treasurer .....,,........ ..,,,..... ' 'Bert Cook Qmoney getterj Sargant-in-arms ..,. ,....,.................. .,...,..,,........................ ,......,... S a r gie CHARTER MEMBERS The Senior Class fother sensible people have joined, for instance, Braun, Drew, Bailey, Teller and Louxj. TRUSTEES T. W., J. S., F. B., G. A., B. D., W. D., H. M. R. Qyou guessj THE DATA Doubtless, the most valuable extra-curricula activity of Centenary Collegiate Institute is the Man Haters' Club. This most valuable society was organized by a number of girls who have a genuine insight into the hearts and souls of males. The name of the society may be a little misleading, for we realize that to hate is to yield to a bitter vice, and because of pity fand other thingsj for men, we do not actually hate them, but are merely a little intolerant. With an organization go the necessary evils of rules and regulations. After much searching and researching, we decided that those who joined the society were inherently good, and therefore would be loyal to the society. We found it necessary to establish only three staunch rules. The first is a firm foundation for the other two. Members must not, under any circumstances, be so mortal as to fall in love. If an Apollo or Hercules saunters down the avenue, or gracefully glides past one on the dance floor, one must not heed. fHe muSt bear the pangs of love as a Stoic, with indifference to all things., The second law controls the society pins. These combinations of pearls and gold must be securely pinned on one's loveliest dress, and not on a man's g0-to- meetin' suit or on his colle e banner mid m riad others from inferior irls' colle esi . s . g . Y . . . . . l This law also encoura es irls to am as man fraternit ins as ossible. This idea . . . g g I S Y ' Y. - is also an incentive for a girl to keep her own society pm, for pins add glamour to any situation, and the more the merrierf' The third of the laws perhaps sounds cruel to a bystander. When we consider a law of the Universe, we shall realize that it is really not cruel, but inevitable. The rule provides that the fair maidens should break as many men's hearts as her poten- tialities allow. The talent of the members is fairly equally divided, so that it results finally in a thrilling contest. There is one defect, however, in this law, for To the victor belongs the spoils. To gain men is interesting enough, but what folly to have them forever, with their infernal art of writing love letters and things equally banal. However, we made provision for those who are incapable of resisting the Tarzans, or what seems to them to be Demi-gods. We must remember that To err is human, to forgive divine. May we be justly forgiven if Fate suddenly decides that love should blind us, and the week-ends should be ecstatic, and the remaining five days of the week be lived in a state of delirium. COOKIE, 86