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

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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

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EXIT 14} ( ) We hailed Mr. Wiener, who's gold every inch, Who made us all love him,—we do, that's a “cinch.” Our class was organized, we felt real big, While our president just about danced a jig! Yes, and we had a sox iable, too, And oh! such fun,—well, the time just flew. We danced and we ate, then we ate and we danced, Till the hands of the clock to five-thirty had pranced. We out-shown the seniors till they nearly got sore, So extraordinary were the Juniors of One Nine-One-F our. Now we hail the best year of all our school days We are seniors now,—hard work always pays— Organization duties once more we resume, And you all know the officers now, | presume. [he President's chair Jo Lewis takes, While our friend, Miss Maybaum, a Vice-President makes. And vivacious Miss Lesser dabbles freely in ink, While popular Aaron looks after the “chink.” To enumerate all the things we have done A second class paper would need to be run; But anyone living around this region Would-tell you it's true that our name is legion. But could we the 4B farce forget? The memory of it lingers yet. And, oh! when they essayed our picture to take— Well, it's enough to say, the plate did not break. And now we're about to say good-bye— Good-bye to dear old Central High. Our goal is reached, the race is won, Now we must part—one by one; Out in the world our faces we turn, But often for Central our hearts will yearn. Who will come after we cannot tell, After we breathe this last farewell, But we hope Mr. Wiener will some day say When speaking, as he does, in his genial way, Like Oliver Twist, we want some more, More like the Class of One-Nine-One-Four. FREDDIE M