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

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QE BD. 5 Ww] SSS STE Ё pa ALVIN 0. SEARLES +. D. BOARD. Editor’ EN CHIEF s.. ... Alvin G. Searles ASSOCIATE EDITOR ................ Doris E. Hanson Apvisory EDITOR ........... Stanley W. Van Duyne FACULTY ADVISOR: Max J. Herzberg. Акт ADVISOR: J. Earl Griffith. LITERATURE: Nathaniel Ginsberg Anna M. Balling. Ruth M. Robinson Crass NOTES: Zelma В. Ely. William S. Fast. 'ERSONALS: Celia Cohen. Sadie Lipson. Anna H. Sauer. : | O | E lan еее Г al | ר 18 Акт; Benj S Lipson. Mortimer L. Van Moppes. BUSINESS: David Bernheim. Michael S. Precker. CIRCULATION : William Dunwurth. Gerardo Caruso. 8 un RE O) O o

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exposure of 1 eraft syste following the $ alenthal murder in | hl | | of citizens Of course | ıch were indulged citizens had sat down iken something wet nd, after g idly about the place, slunk ofi he proprietor, McLea aw all this and realized il tl mi n VOI 1а 1 for hım unl | | la remedy. | he 1 l | he exclaimed, interesting ld loe” “fetched” who got him i was young city chap, | aspirations for that half dollar started things moving. Standing up alongsid f Frank, he began a conversation with the bartender, ] t of whicl : exclaimed out loud, so that everyone could hear : “Yes sir! As I said before, trouble never comes singl) It comes in bunches at the most unfortunate and unexpected of times. Of all our enemies it is the most persevering, the most unfeeling, and the most un- relenting. It pricks our sorest spots and drives us to desperation. It makes life a burden and a Hell! What say you to that, stranger?” he asked, turning to Frank, who had become the centre of the group. “Ye’re right,” answered Frank nonchalantly, as he sat down to a table at the other side of the room. The oratory had been of no avail. A man opposite Frank bore upon another tack: The last town I passed was full of tightwads. There wasn't a crack in them as wide as a pin-head. Here I had a reversible hen's nest for 'em—a real gold mine—and they wouldn't even listen to it. I tried every known trick but they wouldn't fall for it. Why I was trickier than the old peddlers used to be.