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

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THE REVEILLE “REVEILLE” BOARD EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Henry W. Lifshin ASSOCIATE EDITOR Annie Fulcher LITERATURE PERSONALS Gustav Patz Harry Salznan David L. Schnur Augusta S. Kraeuter CLASS NOTES Frank Williams Robert Banta Mary Tracy ART CIRCULATION MGR. Harold A. McDougall William H. Smith BUSINESS MGR. ASST. BUSINESS MGR. Samuel Jelley Lawrence Roeder

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THE REVEILLE Herold А 12. TWAS EVER THUS By Maude Jenner kah os Well, of all things! Sewing circle, ore ce aima indeed! Call it rather a Husband Cirele! Harold says this, and Theo- dore thinks that, and William likes the other thing! Why, I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. There's one thing І сап say—if I ever get married, and Heaven forbid, I'll never burden my acquaintances with the opinions of my spouse! Ethel Walker flung herself into the hammock and blazed away at her newly married sister, Fanny : “And you're as bad as the rest Jack here and Jack there. You make me tired. Her sister laughed at the outburst, and in her wisdom said nothing because Jack held Ethel to be a very impetuous young woman and thought it betokened a lack of sense to argue with her. Of course Jack was right. The girl had been invited to spend the summer with her sister and brother-in-law, who had taken up their abode in Nelville Village, better known as Newly-Wed Village. About two-thirds of its population con- sisted of brides and grooms. The brides had formed a Sewing Circle, and the time was very profitably spent-in quoting the witticisms and wonderfully infallible opinions of Harold, Theodore, etc. Ethel had just returned from one of these meetings and was full of righteous in- dignation, not exactly because they were continually quoting their hus- bands (though that received a fair share of her wrath), but more so be- cause she knew they looked upon her with pity as a predestined old maid. “She never intended to marry, poor thing!” While she was working off her disgust in the hammock, the garden gate swung open and a tall, ge yod-looking young fellow strode up the path. He stopped in front of the hammock and said: “Beg pardon, does Jack Brown live here?”