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

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AS THE SEER SEES By Ye CLass PROPHET, LEON KRANZTOHR The reading yesterday of the will of the (nearly always) late Leon Zeckhausen, at the offices of his Helen that the moving picture magnate and owner of the world’s counsellor, Elias, revealed the fact largest herring factory, left an estate valued at much less than had been predicted. The will was remark- able for its detailed character and its many small be- quests, and is given in full below, minus the usual preliminary statements: “To my dear wife, Ethel Pearl Zeckhausen, I be- queath the $1,000,019.21, stocks, bonds and cash held by my lawyer, Helen Elias. Beach and Harrison Heights. sum of representing I leave to her also the properties at Bradley To the seminary conducted by the Misses Schaffer, Schwartz and Strauch I leave the valuable and un- Miss F. Katz, who has amazed the world of art with her pictures. usual portrait, ‘Girl Studying,’ by “T wish to show my appreciation of the faithful services rendered me by the members of the several motion picture concerns which I control, and therefore make the following bequests: “To Alice Gibbs, playing comedy leads for the Shovel and Pic-ture Company, I leave the films de- picting her wonderful work in the Cairo scene of the picture, The Oil King. “To Adelia Ferguson, playing with Morris Rubin and Reuben Scher, for the Invisible Pictures Com- pany, I leave $10,000; and to the two gentlemen above mentioned, for their work in the name-parts of the picture, Two Rubes from Rubeville, I leave $10,- 000 each. “To Norman Collier, leading man of the Mosquito Screen Stars, I leave $10,000, and a half interest in the Hare Raisin Company. To Carl Seitel, cow puncher for the M. S. S. Company, I leave my com- plete set of boxing gloves. “To Herbert Smock, manager of my herring fac- tory, and the man who has aided me more than any other in the production of synthetic herring, I leave $500,000. To Gerald Hauser, my old friend and com- panion, who is now barking for the William Hoesley Shows, I leave my book of magic and mysterious tricks, and $200,000. Io my colleagues and partners in my business ven-

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SENIOR FAREWELL Four long, yet seemingly short, years ago we stood on the threshold of the doorway marked “Enter.” To-day we stand on that opposite threshold marked “Exit.” Through the open doorway we see the world before us. Which way shall we go? What is the best road to travel on? For twelve years we have been under the sheltering wings of our teachers. But now we, too, have to step forth, alone. We are the masters of our own destinies. What we do, and what we shall be, depends on us. For many long years we have striven, striven faith- fully, to attain that goal which we now have reached. For four years we have enjoyed one another’s com- pany, have been banded together as brothers and sis- ters, standing side by side at all times. Soon we are to part, never again to be united as now. We are soon to leave these sacred walls, to return never again as students. Some of us are going to continue our education at college; others are going to enter the great world of business immediately. Within a short time we shall be scattered as the dust of the earth. May happiness and prosperity ever be the lot of the class, o f our faculty and of the student body. And so we, the class of January, '18, say farewell. A WORD FROM THE BOARD And now we, the twelfth regular Pivot Board, bid you farewell. Our task has been a hard one, but hardly a thankful one. Probably there is no one body of students that works so hard as the members of the Pivot Board. Their pay, the reward for their services, comes not in the form of emblems or medals, but in the satisfaction that they have done something for their school. We never hear the “locomotive” with our rame at the end given in our honor to cheer us on. Our praise comes in different forms. And those forms are knocks. The average high school student finds great delight in being critical. Nine cases out of ten these criticisms are unjust. To produce THE Pivor each month calls for more work than is at first supposed. For the six years that THE Pivot has been in existence it has always had a boy for editor. But now, in these advanced days of feminism, it is very probable that THE Pivot may have a girl for editor. We know that the girls of Central will feel themselves much superior to the boys. We know that the girl who is to be appointed will do her work faithfully. But she will do her work much better if she works in con- junction with the students. Hold back your knocks till you find they are justified. Now that we have opened our editorial heart to you, we can say more easily, au revoir. GIRLS’ PATRIOTIC KNITTING CLUB At a critical period such as we are now living in everyone is desirous of doing his or her bit. The Knitting Club, under the leadership of Miss Hast- ings, the faculty adviser, has succeeded in becoming a leading organization this term. Its membership en- rollment has increased so rapidly that further mem- bership had to be closed for the term. Its meetings are held once a week, when wool is distributed to the members. Work is being done for the Surgical Dressing and Red Cross units. So far 18 trench caps, 14 sweaters and 14 pairs of wristlets have been sent to the Surgical Dressing unit, and 15 sweaters, 15 pairs of wristlets, 2 dozen wash cloths and 6 pairs of socks to the Red Cross. Boys can also do their bit by saving all their tinfoil and bringing it in to the club, as the Red Cross is very desirous of obtaining this. About five pounds has already been gathered during lunch time.

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tures, Samuel Grubin and Stephen Nowinski, I leave $250,000 each, as a token of my esteem. “To Robert Housman, faithful butler and verbal battler, I bequeath $5,000; Harold Merz, my gar- rulous gardener, and guarder of my gardens, I leave $5,000; Philip Mintz, foreman of my hot-air plant, for bringing it to such a wonderful state of perfection, $22.37; Ed Fink, who grew to be a groom in my employ, and Theodore Augenstein, expert stable boy, $599 each. “To Ruth Benz, cook of cooks, I leave $10,000, and to Minnie Gelfand, cooker of cookies, the same sum. “To my faithful maids, Eleanor Beckelman, Hazel Harmer and Emma Alexander, who were also in charge of my Welfare Work for Handsome Police- men, I leave $10,000 each. “To Walter Prosch and Samuel Kappner, my showy chauffeurs, I leave $5,000 and a Ford apiece. “To William Bachman and Charles Breder I be- queath the sum of $72 for the continuance of their work on a perpetual motion machine. I believe this money to be especially well placed, as these men have, in twenty years of work, obtained wonderful results, such as having the machine run continuously for one hour and thirty-eight minutes; and there is no doubt but that even better results may be obtained in the next twenty years. “To Susan Gelman and Grace Hedden, who have starred for many years in ‘Uncle Jake's Delicatessen,’ I bequeath all my jewelry, to be equally divided be- tween them, in an amicable manner. “To Laura Lewandorf and Claire Howard, of the ‘Coconut Cove’ chorus, I leave $25,000, and a 'Backard' limousine each. “To Ethel Hamburger and Johanna Lauterwasser, co-authors of ‘Suffrage: Why It Should,’ I leave $2.13, to be equally divided. “To Iva Sleep, inventor of the folding ‘napsack,’ I bequeath my books on ‘Slumber,’ by Drema Weigh. As an excellent executor, after my exit, I express my desire to name Leopold Lallone, the macaroni manufacturer, whose ability in money matters is well known. History of Nineteen Eighteen By H. NoRMAN COLLIER As the fading sun sinks wearily to meet the long. gray hills of the west, and the deep, soft gloam of twilight gently falls and enfolds the noble portals of our alma mater; as Time in his flight hurries onward into the future, and leaves us finally to ourselves in high and solemn assemblage, then, and only then, gather we together, that at last, after all is accom- plished and done, we may peer through the mist into the unknown and silent future. But, lo! What is this that happens about us? What means this change, this sudden darkness of the night? The mists are rolling and tossing; there is neither Heaven above nor Earth beneath! The twi- light is darkness, the veil draws closer unto itself — and lifts not! And, lo! The tossing mists part and roll aside. Far down below a vague throng is bat- tling upwards through a golden light. They seem young and fearless, and murmurs of their struggles ascend towards us from far below. They battle nearer and nearer; upwards, always upwards do they struggle! On! Comrades, on! We cheer them from above. And on—on they come. A mist of darkness black as the night passes before them, and they are gone from our sight. “Come! Comrades, come! we cheer them in a mighty chorus. And again do the mists part from themselves, again the throng is coming nearer, and a pale light guides them 9 They are toiling ever upwards, their faces set and Yes, they dance and sing, some here, some there. And a banner bearing Sophomore leads them on. They are coming now together, slower and slower, and again the black mists below close about them, and there is darkness! In the beyond the tempests are softly dron- ing; in the far distance the heavens moan, and are “Upwards! Comrades, upwards! we cry again. And, lo! the mists are flung aside, and a com- pany marches forth into the light. Again they battle upwards towards the top—towards the Above, their faces hard and grim. And, ah! through the spaces they are seen dancing! A festal thought clears their faces of their woe, and they laugh and sing in aban- don. And as they dance and sing, a banner bearing Junior floats o'er them. And then the tempests, with the suddenness of the lightning, burst forth into fury, the mists spin in madness, and darkness is supreme. The far, faint cries from the Below reach us but dimly, and we tremble. Up! my brothers! Up! my sisters! Up!—up to the heights above! And behold! As though crushed by an unseen hand, as though smitten by a power invincible, the tempests, the mists, the darkness subside—and are gone! Up! my brother! Up! my sister! we cry again. “Up! Come up to us! And a mighty shout drifts from on. stern, and yet they seem to frolic and to play. quiet.