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

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TYPES. We have all sorts of types in our class,—good, bad, indif- ferent. How many do you know? We can recognize the dry, witty person, whose few words are terse, funny, and to the point, in contrast to the loud, exclamatory, boisterous, see-how-funny- l-am kind, whose jokes are seldom appreciated by anyone but himself. Then there is the shy, modest, retiring, and studious type, who never says much, but is to be depended upon to finish strong, and also the clever, easy-learning, self-asserting kind, who wants everyone to know how bright he is, but who sometimes knows less than he thinks he does. We have girls who like the boys, and boys who like the girls. The athletic student offers himself as a contrast to the one of artistic temperament; the happy-go-lucky, well-liked good fellow laughs at the fussy, disagreeable, cranky grind; and, last but not least, the lazy, care- less, and indifferent person is shamed by the earnest, willing, and hardworking one. We have our faults, and admit to them all, but we have the good points, too, and each and every one of us is proud to admit that his fellow-classmates of January 14, are a pretty good sort after all. A NOTE OF THANKS. Before leaving the school, the class wishes to thank, aside Попа the faculty, those of the office force and others who have many times given them their aid. MISS MARTIN: It is hard for us to express in words the feelings of gratitude we have toward Miss Martin for arranging our schedules and doing everything she could to further the welfare of our class. MISS McNIERNEY: Many a time have we walked gloom- ily into the office only to change our expression to one of joy when we saw the little smile on Miss McNierney's face as she sat at her desk. MISS WEIDMAN: This young lady has gained the respect and love of all in our class by her cheerful manner and kindness. MR. TOMEY: The man that really runs—Mr. Tomey. Many times has he supplied us with chairs for rehearsals and opened our lockers when the keys were lost. MR. MACGUIRE: The arm of the law that remains at Central and sees that everything is kept in order. His quiet manner and broad smile attracts one to him. 13

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EDITORIALS EXIT 14 STAFF Editor-in-Chief AARON LASSER Associale Editor EDNA E. SMITH Business Мападег ABE BURGER Literature As We Go Out Class Notes Elmer F. Powell Samuel Konwiser Jonas J. Lewis Doris Katzin Tessie Maybaum Samuel Karrakis Pauline Connell Samuel H. Lanes Milton Tompkins Assistant Business Manager Circulation Manager Samuel C. Lewandorf Louis J. Cohen Assistant Circulation Manager Anton Siegal Art Maurice Galinkin Faculty Advisor Art Advisor Max J. Herzberg J. Earl Griffith The class of January, '14 takes this opportunity of publicly acknowledging its appreciation of the kind help and hearty собре- ration of the members of the Faculty, who have helped it to be what itis. We have come to regard many of them as our friends, because they have shown us that they are such. Mr. Arnold, by his patience and forbearance with our none-too-well-behaved class, and his tireless care in coaching our farce, has easily won his way into the hearts of many of us. Mr. Triess’ advice and counsel, given as our faculty advisor, and Mr. Herzberg, in the same capacity, have proved their value to us, and they have received the full measure of gratitude and respect due to them. This last term we have prospered well under the class rule of Dr. Knowlton and Mr. Gibbs. Mr. Wiener's solicitude for the welfare of every one of us has been evident at all times. To these especially, and to many others as well, the Class of Janu- ary, '14, owes a great deal more than it can express here in a few printed words.

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IT 14 AFTER GRADUATION—WHAT? OR many of us the completion of our high school course is but one step further toward the ultimate finish of our education, but for nearly as many more it means the wind-up of all the education we shall ever receive under the guidance of an organized school. Those of us who have reached this point are standing at the threshold of life, looking out upon the world. Glancing down, we see the vast mass of people who have started out in life with a poorer equipment than we have, and who are fighting and struggling to keep from being trampled on in the crowd. Looking upward, we see those who have started out with far better weapons to fight with than we possess. Then, between these two armies of people, we see a great, seething crowd, the people in it continually moving and shifting about, as if trying to find their proper places. In this crowd there are men and women from the lower ranks, who have overcome their environment, made the most of their opportunities, and are still on the upward climb. Bumping elbows with these are strag- glers from the army of the well equipped, who have not learned how to use their weapons, and have sought the lower level to learn, or to fail and go still lower. Then, too, there is among this gathering a great number like ourselves, who, having started out with a like amount of training and knowledge of the world, are wandering about trying to find their places in it. Before long many of us will be in that hurrying, bustling, jostling crowd. Shall we stay there, satisfied— shall we go to the lower level of the less fortunate—or shall we rise to the higher level of the favored? It is up to each of us to choose for himself—may we choose wisely! AN APPRECIATION. To the class of June ' 14 do we extend our heartiest congratu- lations and sincerest thanks for presenting the farce, Daddy in our honor. Some men acquire greatness and others merely get a swelled head. When you find a willing helper, don't take advantage. When you lose your friend you use a valuable asset. 14