Central Commercial Technical High School - Cog Pen Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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THE FRATECH Character is like bells which ring out sweet music and which, when touched accidentally even, resouncl with sweet music.-Phillips Brooks. Thirty-four Twelve Things to Remember 1. The 2. The 3. The 4. The 5. The 6. The 7. The S. The 9. The 10. The l 1. The 12. The Value of Time. Success of Peseverance. Pleasure of Workiiig. Dignity of Simplicity. 'Worth of Character. Power of Kindness. Influence oi Example. Obligation of Duty. Wisdom of Economy. Virtue of Patience. Improvement of Talent. Joy of Originating. -Zlflarslzall Field. HE YNHO VVOULD CLIMB A TRIBE MUST GRASP NOT THE BLOSSOlNIS. -Tlzackeray. The Man Who Wim The man The man The man With his Yes, who wins is the man who works- who toils while the next man shirks, who stands in his deep distress, head held high in deadly press- he is the man who wins. The man who wins is the man who knows The value of pain and the worth of woesg VVho a lessorrlearns from the man who fails And a moral finds in his mournful Wails- Yes, he is the man who wins. The man who wins is the man who stays In the unsought paths and the rocky ways, And, perhaps, who lingers, now and then To help some failure to rise again. Yes, he is the man who wins. -Selected. ITS BRANCHES

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THE FRATECH AT THE CROSSROADS You to the left and I to the right, For the Ways of men must sever- Ancl it well may be for a day and a night, And it well may be forever. But Whether We meet or whether we part CFor our ways are past our knowingj, A pledge' from the heart to its fellow heart O11 the ways We all are going! Here's luck! For we know not where we are going! , -Riclmrcl Hovey. Thirty-three

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THE FRATECH I AM STILL RICH By Rov L. SMITH We have passed through a panic, suffered from a crash on the stock market and are now more than -half 'way througlz the depression and I am still rich. It may be true that I have much less to live on than I had a year ago, but it is certainly true that I have just as much as ever to live for. The real values of life are unshaken and solid. The stock crash cost us much that we never had-paper profits which never got nearer our pock- ets than the financial pages of the daily papers. The market failed but nothing else did. Prices went down but not one acre lost its fer- tility and all the electrons, protons and ether waves went on working in their accustomed ways. When the depression came I was compelled to take an invoice and soon discovered that I was still rich. All my capacity for the enjoyment of life was intact. My two-hundred-thousand-dol- lar eyes are just as good as they ever were. Every landscape and sunset is mine if I want it. Twenty- thousand-dollar scenes and views are added to my collection almost every week. A hundred-thousand- dollar sense of hearing is still unimpaired and by it I become an heir to a world of beauty and in- spiration. Then there's my million-dollar stomach and a half-million-dollar appetite. No doctor has sen- tenced me to spinach for the rest of my life. Bet- ter to have plain food and an appetite than to sit down to a banquet with no appetite. No man can be rich who is compelled to take orders daily from his stomach. The depression has not lowered the value of a single friendship. Neighbors still greet us in the same old cordial way, business associates believe in us, and our sons hold us in high respect. The wife's welcome at the close of the day has not de- preciated in the least and our daughters continue to lavish their affection upon us with the same old extravagance. My faith in the goodness of the universe is un- impaired. By that faith I am emboldened as I face defeat and despair. The prayers my mother Here is an antidote for the business de- pression that has been so far overlooked by our financial experts, but which is neverthe- less heartily recom- mended at this time. taught me and the faith in God instilled in me by a devout father remain as priceless treasures no depression can touch. No nation becomes great by becoming rich. Neither does a man find enduring satisfaction in life by 0'wn1'1zg something-only by becoming something. The most degrading poverty is that which results from killing the spirit that the body may be served. This depression has cost us some of the things we created but it has robbed us of none of our power to create. We may lose some beautiful things but we have lost no love of the beautiful. It is a clzallmzgc, not a catas- trophe. A generation that has conquered the air and sent giant planes circling the globe, which has plunged into the deeps and disported on the ocean's floor, which has climbed above the clouds and lived in the strato- sphere, is now faced with the challenge to rise above its dependence on mere things and seek an emancipation of the spirit of man. The last six months have been for many men a thrilling spiritual adventure through which they have discovered their real wealth. Bereft of divi- dends and profits they are discovering the sustain- ing powers of a strong religious faith, the abiding values of courage, heroism, honor, charity, and trustworthiness. A financial crisis can wipe out profits and bring business to a standstill but character is beyond its reach. It can rob us of all we have but it cannot affect what we are. The investments we made in ambitious youth, hospitals, crippled children's camps, colleges, and service institutions go on paying dividends. The deepest satisfactions of life-those which come from sharing and serving-remain secure. I am still rich because I am independently rich -none of my wealth depends upon business con- ditions or market reports. -Reprinted from The Rotarian Magazine. Thirty-fi'vc