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

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ET nA IUD Pie BESIDE capacity performed his duties faithfully. Outside of Mr. Snodgrass, Mr. Rich stands nearest to the heart of January, 1916. Other teachers to whom especial thanks are due are: Messrs. Harzberg, Lewin, MacMillin and Griffith, who did much to make the Senior PIVOT a success, and Mr. Smith, who will arrange the details of our Commencement. Furthermore, the class wishes to offer their thanks to Mr. Wiener, Miss Martin and Mr. Sinclair for the official help they have given the members of the class; to the Misses McNierney and Liebschutz for the manifold requests and favors they have granted; to Mr. Tomey and Mrs. Dixon, as well as to the faculty in general, who have so dili- gently striven and not in vain, we hope, to educate us. In closing, we wish Central were human, too, so we could also thank it for the good times we have had within its halls. A WORD TO GIRLS You all know the girl who wears her hair in her eyes, her ears held tight by a goddess band, feet bedecked in high-heeled dancing pumps and fingers hidden by jewelry. And do you also know the girl who wears her hair combed neatly back, who is able to walk firmly on the ground, and who always looks well in her middy blouse and dark skirt? What do you suppose makes their tastes so differ- ent, and who do you think is the preferable inhabi- tant of a high school? Someone said recently—someone who knows— Perhaps the girls don't realize exactly how they appear on a casual glance. If they did, they would surely try to look more like the second girl than the first. It is not only silly to wear party dresses to school, but it gives one the wrong impression. Some- times a girl is bright and pleasant as can be, but you wouldn't think so by the way she looks. Her hair is so low that it shadows her eyes and makes the lips look scornful and hard, and she walks awkwardly and unnaturally on account of the heels on her shoes. Many girls imagine that they gain admiration if they decorate themselves in a heathenish manner. Per- haps a few foolish ones do admire their attire. But why should they care for the thoughts. of these admir- ers? If these girls but knew what the serious and wise think of their fashions they would discard them as quick as possible. I am sorry for these girls, really. Isn't this opinion—it is really more than that— worth while, girls? Much thanks is due Raymond Szymanowitz for the work done by him on the business side of the Senior Pivor. Szymanowitz is not a Senior A. OUR CLASS MOTTO. Scire est regere (knowledge is power). What a world of meaning and truth there is in this simple statement! It cannot be denied that the leaders in all walks of life owe their positions to knowledge. The noted statesmen, the learned professor, the successful doctor or lawyer, in fact, everyone that has a position of any sort of responsibility or desirability, owes his power to the knowledge he possesses. “To know is to reign! Only those that do know reign supreme; all others, like so many little sheep that have no understanding, follow the men who lead. These followers never attain positions of consequence; they are content to be always what they are. Even though some might want to rise, they are handicapped, for they do not possess the essential requisite of the leader. Central is a leader, not a follower. To be a leader you must know how; and Central most assuredly knows how. That is why this class has chosen as its motto the words so appropriate, so simple, and so true: “Эсте est regere. Let us hope that in years to come, when the future will be the present, that members of the class of January, 1916, will be able to look back and ap- preciate the knowledge they have gained in Central, and that they will all be able to re-echo their class motto, “Эсте est regere. OUR LAST WORD. Since all good things come to an end our high school career now comes to ап end. It is exceedingly hard for us to say good-bye to Central and to all those who have been our friends and advisers, but, as it must be said, we of the class of January, 16, take this opportunity of attempting to express some of the many emotions we feel upon taking leave of our Alma Mater. It is well-nigh impossible to express the great appreciation and gratitude which we feel toward the members of the faculty and toward all those whose faithful co-operation and encourage- ment have made it possible for us to be what we are. A number of us have gone through our high school careers taking all that was given us as a matter of course, and only now, when we have reached our goal, do we recognize and appreciate the true value of everything we have received. It is only now, when we look back upon our happy high school days and think of the mysterious future, that we are brought to a full realization of all that Central has done. We shall look back to the days spent at Central as the happiest ones of our lives, and will forever cherish Central and the ideals it stands for.

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THE FIRST GRADUATING CLASS ОЕ CENTRAL. Perhaps it is not generally known, but this is the first real graduating class of the Central High School of Newark, М. J. Four years ago we entered the then recently-constructed halls of this school. We were | B's, the first 1-В class to enter Central. Well do we remember the trials and tribulations of that first term. We were without desks, and often without seats. Still further sufferings were the incom- plete state of many rooms, lack of books, supplies and fixtures, and the general confusion caused by ignorance of the rules of the new school. After that first term the school received the necessary quota of teachers and all the equipment needed. We continued to move slowly until we reached 3-B. Then the class was heard of. It was organ- ized. It was during that term that members of the class first began to show their school spirit, many of them holding positions on teams and belonging to the various school clubs. In that same term а success- ful sociable was held. The time passed as though it were winged. The final year came. The class was reoraginzed. Dur- ing the 4-B term an enjoyable and successful prom was held. The Senior term is now on hand. Much has been planned and much will be done. А trip to Washington will be made, a class sociable will be held, and an interesting commencement will occur. At present the class has members in every organ- ization, and officers in almost every one. The class has at least one member on each of the school teams: basketball, football, baseball and track. Very few classes have equalled or will equal this record. SWEET SIXTEEN. Sweet Sixteen means the class of January, 1916. An appropriate name, say we. NEED OF AN ALUMNI ASSOCIATION. Should the graduates of Central High School form an alumni Yes, is the immediate answer. And why should one not be formed? There is no good reason. ‘То be sure, the school is com- paratively new, but that should be no set-back. [п fact, it is a benefit, as the association would be entirely composed of young members, thereby having better fellowship. Furthermore, these young graduates would be more enthusiastic than would be older ones, and as a result all would co-operate to set the new alumni on a firm footing. Again, it. is an easy mat- ter to inform recent graduates of meetings and social affairs because they are more likely to be in the city than would be the case with older graduates. For these reasons an alumni association should be formed when a school is young. Our assembly could be used for entertainments and gatherings which would keep the name of Central alive in the hearts of all its graduates. Now, or in the very near future, is the time for some graduates to benefit the school by starting the ball rolling for an organization of Central Alumni, which, we hope will, when formed, be the best and most useful body of its kind. association 2 TO OUR FRIENDS. Although this issue of THE Pivot is dedicated to Mr. Orrin W. Snodgrass, Faculty Adviser of the Class of January, 1916, we still wish to thank him editorially for the good he has done for the class. Without enumerating Mr. Snodgrass’ acts of kind- ness to the class, it may be said that they were often done at a great loss of valuable time and at much inconvenience to him. The whole class deeply thanks Mr. Snodgrass for his generous services. Another member of the faculty to whom much credit is due is Mr. Rich. Mr. Rich was Faculty Adviser of our 3-B organization, and while in that

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E СТК FC IC E That Sunday Fish By PauL В. HENERLAU. X OWN from the mountains, and on M through the beautiful wooded valleys of the foothills to the sea, flows the little River of Dreams. Long, long years ago, before the foot of the white man ever profaned its mossy banks, the Indians gave it its musical name; but I am not going to tell you what that is, for fear you may journey there use- lessly. For you may not fish upon the River of Dreams now; it is no longer part of nature’s wilder- ness. From its source to its mouth, and for a space of a mile from each shore, it belongs to Standard Copper, Amalgamated Oil, Consolidated Medicines and United Chewing Gum. It has become a part of their system, their playground, and the public is not allowed to get in, either on the ground floor or on any other floor. Davis Pherry, the man who, many years ago, first gave to mankind the priceless boon of Pherry’s Light- ning Pain-Killer, and William Emery, who cut down and sold, at a very fair profit, half the standing pine on the lower peninsula, were the first of the system to discover the beauties of the River of Dreams. First and foremost of those beauties were the speckled ones, for, as a matter of fact, the beauties of nature did not appeal to them with half the force of their love for fishing; and when they found that the little river fairly swarmed with trout and salmon. they made haste to acquire by purchase and other means, the river from its source to its mouth and all the fish in the river, and the forest for a mile on either side, and the guides who lived upon its banks, and the atmosphere above the river as high as it might extend. Then they let in a few of their friends on the ground floor, shut the door and nailed it shut, and the River of Dreams was erased from the map of the government domain. Strange fishermen they, the members of this little club. Expert fly-casters every one of them, with an excellent knowledge of the likely haunts of the trout or salmon, and the ability to drop a fly within a few inches of a chosen spot, and to hook and land the fish after the strike was made; yet not one among them could handle a canoe, either with a pole or with a paddle. They had never learned because they had never had to; they had always been able to hire soneone to do it for them. The guides, whom they had acquired along with the river and forest and atmosphere, were mostly French-Canadian half-breeds and quarter-breeds, and with them they had acquired the right to six days of their labor; but when they endeavored to acquire the seventh day's labor, also, they found, much to their surprise, that it was the one thing that they did not have money enough to buy. With all their mil- lions of money, their influence and their pull, they could not get those simple woodsfolk to work on Sunday. They never had labored on the Sabbath, neither had their fathers, nor grandfathers. It had never been done, and they would not do it now. Hence it became a custom among the fishermen of the system to rest upon the seventh day, and, as time went on, they gradually came to believe that the universal rule against Sunday fishing was of their own making. They even incorporated it among their by- laws and took great pride in its existence and enforce- ment, and to give it a greater moral effect they even tacked on a penalty of a hundred dollars fine for anyone caught violating it. One Sunday morning Emery arose with the lark, or some other early rising bird, and wandered down to the shore of the great pool. He was in a very wicked frame of mind. The run of salmon was a week overdue, and the trout had been wary and shy