Central High School - Colt Yearbook (Paterson, NJ)

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THE SPECTATOR Now its glassy surface is hazy, As a bank of fog would be, But with concentration, The future clearly I see. ll U lk In a northern forest a lumber jack Has just chopped a huge tree down. He turns, 'tis Jack Weber, the popular! Let our President lead us to town. In canoes on a peaceful river Misses Schneider and Malone Are being propelled by romantic young men Whose names must remain unknown. N We see Anna Petzold teaching In a country school house of logs. On his own little farm Duke Wishnefsky Entertains with music, his hogs. That bright looking girl who passed on her steed Is Esther M. Mitchell, of course, What she did desire fmany men who'd admirej Are following her a-la-horse. Yonder crowd is cheering George Bothyl, Who won for his team first place. The reason he beat Joe Baxter We won't tell lit takes too much spacel. And now we are right in the city Ruled by Charlie Gorgas, the mayor. With Pop Galloway as the chief of police They run things their own way. Beware! In a neat barber shop, Arch Van Blar- com Is clipping some gentleman's mop. Great Scott! If it ain't Gus Schlichtlng! Vivlano sweeps up the shop. At the manicure table I.. Kaufman, As neat as e'er polished a nail, Sits manicuring John Guyet, Our biggest fusser. All hail! Down the street comes Ken Auburn, Leading the village band. They welcome General Raphael Stein. Perseverance gave him command. That shrimp chopping meat is Ran Atkinson, In a butcher shop of his own. He took a course in surgery, Yet he cannot tell meat from bone. You can see Pinky Pfister working In an office fthe floor abovel, While Nesbitt, the struggling artist, In the garret, lives chiefly on love. That handsome marble building Is the home of The Voice of Nineteen, Our weekly. The editors, Harper And Charniak, cannot be seen. On the street we meet Becker and Hutch- lnson Hurrying on to a. show. They say we'll know some of the actors. The price isn't high-let's go. The theatre's called the Majestic In the box-office, to my surprise, Is Al Bainbridge selling tickets. No wonder the crowd's such a size! Helen Blauvelt grabs our tickets lln an llSl16I B suit she's neatl, Finds a huge convenient pillar, And behind lt gives us a seat. The show starts off with moves- With the greatest stars of all, Rene Jones and Axel Allen. For Axel the ladies all fall. They next show a Keystone Komedy, The kind which wastes good pies. The antics of Clara Elsaesser And Murph Steinberg bring tears to your eyes. And all the while an organ Sends music through the hall, The girl at the keys is Eleanor Thorp, Whose work at High you recall. Then they start the vaudeville With a singing and dancing skit. Phil Hall and the famed Nat Blewett with their acting have made a hlt. And next comes the bean pole, Llfsitz. Who can reach from the stage to row F His juggling act with Ed Wolek Reminds us of Mutt and Jeff. The Groothedde twins, Dutch comedians, Crack some jokes we won't repeat. fContinued on page 331

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THE SPECTATOR unable to recall which paragraph came next. Your voice sounded thin and far away. Finally you finished and in some way got back to your seat, convinced that the speech or recitation had been a miser- able failure. Kind friends, however, assured you otherwise, and the self- contldence proper to a Senior-to-be, soon returned. One more year! For only ten more months, forty more weeks, would you be able to call yourself a student of the Paterson High School. Three weeks of this time, too, were taken up by the influ- enza epldemic, that awful scourge which visited so many of our homes. All thoughts of this, however, soon were thrown aside. Peace was declared! Surely that day, of all others in your high-school career, can never be forgotten. There ls so little one can say about it,- and the time ls growing short. Already the speaker shows evidences of closing his address, and you are anxious to finish your retrospectlon. In February, nineteen-nineteen, the class met, organized, and elected officers. As had been done by each preceding clas , the students voted to adopt a ring which should serve as the standard emblem of them, however, the the school. Unlike ring was selected by a committee working ln conjunction with and was officially the Student Council, adopted. On April thlrtleth, a social was held at the Junior Order Hall. Here, for the flrst time, the class assembled for a glorious good time, and all expectations were fulfilled. Two months left! How quickly they have passed! Here you are, seated midst your companions for the last time, waiting for that diploma which shall certify that you have completed a prescribed course of study in the Paterson High School. Yes, you have taken and passed certain sub- jects, done well in some, not so well in others: you wish you had done better in all. How many things you would do differently if you had an opportunity, and yet,-would you? All the little, petty misfortunes, trials, dislikes, scrapes, have faded away, and only pleasant memories of friendships with teacher and pupil alike, of good times, of small triumphs, and, after all, the sense of a task well done, remain. It is your class that is dis- banding, your school that you are leaving. Is that a lump in your throat? If it is, you don't care, but you do hope it doesn't show. Now the speaker has finished, and in a few minutes more, you have received your diploma., and, behold, you are an Alumnus, ready to go forth into the world, to tlght your own battles, and, aided by those greater lessons learned ln Paterson High School, to overcome every obstacle which the future may interpose, to win your way to SUCCESS, and, flrst and fore- most, now and forever, wherever you may be, and whatever may befall you, to be a credit, every one, to dear old Paterson. CLARA M. ELSAESSER, '19. Qllass Brnphrrg Each one of us has some ambition That we plan to follow through life, But all's not a path of roses And your future may change in the strife. The brightest may plan for big things And fail 'ere he gets very old, And the quiet, unassuming chap Have his history carved in gold. .,...... . -.,..... ' ' '-' 5 I, who have undertaken The future to overtake, May sometimes err in my prophecy- All men are apt to mistake. Tonight, as I sit a-thinking, Trying each future to probe, The spirits all have forsaken me- I'll resort to the crystal globe.

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THE SPECTATOR Senior Statiatira Samuel ll. Ackerman-Wyckoff Grammar School, Butler High School, Student Council. ,This neutral youth blows in from the distant country. Catching trains is the only sport he indulges ln. His hobbies are eating, sleeping and doing nothing. But we don't believe all this, Sam, and anyone with your head will do something big. Best of luck to you. Rose Alper-Schools 11, 15: Dramatic Society, Choir. Ro expects to be a teacher and her hobbies are dancing, having a good time, and going to the Majestic on Friday night. We predict that Ro will be an unusual teacher and will keep up her hobbies. George N. Anderson, Jr.-School 5, L. D. S., Choir, Ushers' League. Hall! this Totowa youth-Pride ot the Farm. The chap who made Colgate's Brllllantlne famous! Hey, gang! note this blrd's college-Montclair Normal. We suggest the appointment ot a commit- tee of one to look after this wayward youth. Andy's hobbies include everything except smoking Meccas. It's sad to part with this live wire. Randall Atkinson-Schools 20, 13: Foot- ball, '18. Ran intends to study surgery at Rut- gers. Take a tip from somebody who sees him at work in Room 45, sixth period. Keep away from him when he hangs out that shingle in 1928-he's some butcher. The class votes Randall the third best athlete. Hey, mister, let me carry your grip. Alice M. V. E. Balnbrldge--School 13, Choir, Mel Club. Is the Mel Club open for new mem- bers? We've only been able to trace three. It must be a 'grand and glorious 1eellng ' to be popular, Al, She gets all Qllaaairal Olnursr this popularity by ordering us all around in the lunch room. Most of her athletics were cutting gym with I. J. and then mak- ing up the time. School never bothered Al, but she knows she came here to make a life, not a living. Here's wishing you luck. Natalie E. Blewettf-School 21. Another one who lsn't here for the lm- provement of her mind only. Nat wants to be a private secretary for a rlch man with a bad cough. Remember your school motto, Nat - If your business interferes with your pleasure, glve up your business. You say you have no societies, but we know all about you in society. Good-bye. Charles G. Brustlln-Schools 19, 5, To- towa Borough No. 1: L. D. S., Spectator. Chuck, the studious, would like some day to become manager of the Standard Oil Co., but we would not want to see you become an oil can, so please stay away. In his spare moments at present he likes to play tennis, go canoeing, or go tlshing. After graduation he expects to take up a business course. Milton Chapman-Schools 4, 15, 61 Brook- lyn 150, 72, 158: Spectator fArt Editorj Staff, L. D. S. I would suggest that Mickey start to fulflll his ambition, namely, becoming a second Vernon Castle, by opening a school for terpsichorean art. I-Ie's an accom- plished young man whose talents run in all directions, everywhere from picking 'em up to drawing. Mickey's athletics consist of chasing rainbows. Florence Clegg--Schools 13, 243 Choir. Flo says her ambition is to last until May 29th. Why, we wonder? Motoring is her hobby. With whom, may we be so inquisitive as to inquire? 7 Q. U-