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

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24 THE REVEILLE After hammering away at algebra and at zoology, a study of which we were indeed fond (?), we actually became sophomores. But our second year was one which required good, hard study. Тһе only joy that we had was that we bore the names of sophomores, and could gaze, snicker and jeer at the freshies, who were always the “cynosure of neighboring eyes.” ‘However, happier days were awaiting us, for when we became Juniors, we really felt that our high school career had begun. Now our class was for the first time organized under the watchful eye of Miss Shepard, our Faculty Advisor. A constitution was drawn up and officers were elected. We tried hard to hold a sociable, but because of financial difficulties, we were not able to do so. During our Junior A term, how- ever, we gave a sociable in the “gym.” with great success. Dancing, games and refreshments gave pleasure to the merry crowd. At the arrival of our Senior year we began to wear broad smiles because of the fact-that the “utmost step” was but ten months from us. During our Senior B term our sole aim-and interest was centered on the farce which our class was to give. After some real hard, earnest work on our part, we presented “The Title Mart” to the Class of Jan- uary, 1912, with great success. Then the greatest event in the history of our class took place, for we were transferred to the new Central High School. Our regret at leaving the familiar halls of В. Н. ©. was tinged with wondrous joy at the new prospect before us during our final term in Central High. We were greatly inspired by our new and beautiful environments, and we were fully prepared to spend the happiest and the most’ strenuous part of our high school career in a school which, by the energetic work of our Principal, Mr. Wiener, has already become the leader of them all. Amid the confusion of the opening, we quickly busied ourselves in or- ganizing our class. With the aid of our Faculty Advisor, Mr. Herzberg, we drew up a constitution. Then we held the election for officers and chose Gustav Patz to be our Pilot; Miss Evelyn Rademacher as Assist- ant Pilot; Robert Banta to take care of the money(less) treasury, and Miss Lillian Kopp to wield the quill. Because of our financial embarass- ments, the first thing we acted upon was a means of getting a big enough fund for graduation. So we held a candy sale, which proved very suc- cessful, as a result of the excellent school spirit in Central High School. Then we chose our class pins and selected black and gold as the colors under which our crew was to sail. When Arbor Day arrived, the class witnessed the planting of the ivy which we had purchased. The strong men of the class worked mightily until they excavated a place large enough for the plant. Our names, inscribed on a sheet of parchment, were then buried in a sealed bottle among the roots of the ivy. Exam- inations for the different positions on the class paper were then held and from among those receiving the highest marks the Editor-in-Chief and Associate Editor were elected. We had much discussion as to what name we should choose for our paper, but finally “The Reveille (Rev- e-le) was suggested and almost unanimously accepted. Our next under- taking was the preparation for Class Day and Commencement. Two distinctly original schemes for these occasions were planned out with the help of our competent Faculty Adviser, Mr. Herzberg. So, with all distinctions, we now make our exit from the halls of Central High, to return only as dignified alumni. With the dawn of to-morrow I shall hear the call of The Reveille” to fresh woods and pastures new, leaving the memory of the Class of June, 1912, the first class to issue from Central High School, the “Leader of All.” FRANK A. WILLIAMS.

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THE REVEILLE LOOKING BACKWARD. We, the pokes rs of the distinguished Class of June, 1912, having “reached the utmost step” of the grammar school ladder, after a steady and laborious climb for eight continuous years, “unto that Piece of apparatus’ turned our backs” to ascend another one in the world of education: a task which has indeed been a more assiduous and a more dificult one. It is just four years ago that the members of our class entered the doors of Barringer High School. АП of us were strongly determined that we would not be of the verdant variety and allow any sophomores to mock and ridicule us. Our determinations, however, counted for naught and our resolu- tions were shattered, for we, seated for the time in a large assembly hall filled bv a great throng of students, became partly nervous, partly motion- less, and partly speechless, so that we, like all other freshies, just sat and stared. After sitting in the auditorium for fully half an hour, where we endured mocking, snickering and tormenting such as we had never before had the fortune to tolerate, a member of the faculty walked down the aisle to the piano, and we thank him to this very day for enlightening our downcast spirits. Anxious to know who that kind teacher was, we soon learned that he was Mr. Safford, the instructor with whom we were to spend many of our study periods in attempting to cultivate our musical talents. Suddenly “all the air a solemn stillness” held, and we, naturally inclined to be erotematic, quickly turned our heads only to see a man whom we could not fail to recognize as our Principal, Mr. Stearns. He gave us a very brief but pleasant talk on “Life and the Conduct of L ife in the high school. ker telling us that it was our misfortune to have to attend the annexes for the first term, and after informing us that we were to report to the State Street or the Market Street Annex, in accordance with our courses, we were dismissed for the day. The next morning, bright and early, we went to school to commence our high school career. Being unable to parte ike of the joys of the main building, we struggled to get there as soon as possib le. After much plugging and grinding at our lessons, at last the Fates decreed that the time had arrived for us to leave, forever, the annexes and thereafter plod back and forth to B. H. S. So our hearts brightened, and school life really became more of a pleasure.

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