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

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We wer very musikal е wen we | ame 2 Central we organized each term. We didn't hav mutch fun in 214 bekauz are teecher wuz all over the room at n his term we were i а уегу sochibal, in fact we had three. After a term we took a trip 1 7 1: 1 to 217 and az we liked the teecher t ег wie made arrangmentz for a yearz leece. Awl out-siderz entered 4 at there risk Noontime J Е the air wuz darkend with flying missels like chawk and eraserz. In spite ov awl we cud dew, Mr. Arnold wuz never blew. Four witch we are now grateful Frequent colizunz with the faculty tended to increace About this time Jan. '! WE ROMED TO CENTRAL wer week and there speaker waz in danger of being ejected the JA's (us) went tew the reskue. At last we bekame seenyurs and put on are dignity. We also wore ties and sox that sed: Stop, —look,—listen! Then kame the farce witch we gav in honor ov the 4A's. We also gav them fre tikuts. This farce contained the ninth wunder ov the world wear the villin sed: WE shall speek ov this agen!’ and the hero sez: Yes, and pray hevin it may not be tew late. Yew ask what the ayth wunder iz. We will tel yew. It iz a lopus—ov witch mor here after. Finally amid grate rejoicing and after a few political speechez 20

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CLASS HISTORY. One moment please, if you wish to hear Of a senior class, whose brilliant career, Has won through the zeal of each lad and lass That notable title of surely some class.” Four years ago,—for some of us five— In high school life we made our first strive. We listened with scorn to those upperclassmen Singing Where, oh where, are those pea-green freshmen?” But nothing the courage of old Fourteen vexes, So we'd answer gaily, We hang out at the annexes.” With hair down in braids and skirts to the knees Our girls were some doll babies —high school IB's. The boys thought that they could do just as they pleased In fact, they considered themselves—‘‘quite the cheese.” Nothing could daunt us, nor hinder our path— Why goodness! We just walked away with our math. Exams.—the inevitable soon to us came, So new and so strange, but we passed just the same. And so, at the close of our freshman year We left the annexes we loved so dear And now, not a freshman, but a real sophomore Was this wonderful class of One-Nine-One-Four. To Barringer we went,—we trembled with fear, Now really we felt most horribly queer,— Which way to go up?—which stairs to come down? Which way of the corridors should we go round? Our girls like real young ladies grew Skirts were made longer, like the rest of the crew. And the boys,—well, some asked their uncles and aunts, For, like the big boys—they wanted long pants. We kept on growing till we reached the stage When our names appeared on the personal page.” And now toward the end of this sophomore year, We had a surprise,—do you know, reader dear? We heard the great news that bye and bye A new school was to open called Central High. And when we were really Juniors full-fledged, Our hearts and our efforts to Central we pledged, 22