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

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She secured a position in the same department and watched them carefully. The day after my disappearance, Barton applied for and obtained a position at the plant. He made the two aliens believe he was the man sent to help them. They believed him and took him into their confidence. At last the time came for these traitors to strike. They took Barton with them and went to the road- house. Grace was already waiting. She thought she was unobserved, but Barton had noticed her. He did not, however, say anything to his companions. When they left the roadhouse Grace followed them. She did not think it strange to find the other car in front of the house, not knowing it had been put there just to enable her to pursue the conspirators. She did not know that the driver was my brother Jimmy, who had been summoned from college to help me. Still she did not hesitate, but followed. Y ou know what happened then. Barton succeeded in deceiving the traitors so well that they did not think it strange when he opened the safe without any trou- ble. It is evident that, along with other qualities, they thought he possessed the knack of safe-cracking. They did net know that he had the combination from me. Grace came on the scene at just the right mo- ment and everything ended splendidly. The traitors did not know that, even had they succeeded in getting what was in the safe, they would never have gone beyond the door, if they got as far as that. The only thing in that safe is a small box con- taining enough gas to have killed them almost instantly had they opened it. If they had not opened it and tried to get away, the house was surrounded. Thev were caught either way. But as it is, we have no charge against them ex- cept breaking and entering with intent to rob. But I will give them a chance to write a confession of their espionage.” He turned to Bauer and Brenner and said: “I will ee RNY дэ үт, TD give you two five minutes in which to write your con- If, in that time, they are not complete, we will leave the room, having tied you, and release the gas in this box. Will you write?” They refused and Jerome drew his watch and counted off the minutes. At last time was up. The traitors were tied and the others left the room, How- ard remaining in the doorway, box in his hand. His hand went to the cover. Bauer screamed, “Ман, ve vill write the confes- sions.” fessions. A few moments later Jerome handed the detective the two signed confessions. The latter said, “I would like to ask you just one question, Mr. Howard. Who was Barton?” Jimmy and Jerome both roared with laughter. When they had quieted Jerome said, Can't you guess how I know all of the facts of this сазе?” Why, you were Barton!” burst from Grace, as she gazed at him in astonishment. The detective was stupefied and at first all he could muster was, Well, I'll be 4—44!” Then, turning to Bauer and Brenner: Соте on, you scum. You needn't feel sore at being caught. You were captured by a cleverer man than most of our Secret Service men are. You surely ought to become a detective, Mr. Howard. They'd make you a lieutenant in a few months.” I am fairly satished with my own business, but in a case like this I could not help turning detective. I think you could give the officers a lift to the jail and take these traitors with you, Jimmy. After they were gone, Jerome cleared up some points in Grace's mind. After everything was clear he asked her a very important question and received a very satisfactory answer. Jimmy suddenly poked his head in the door, some time later, and withdrew it as suddenly. Не coughed violently and, after waiting a discreet minute, entered. I want to introduce to you the future Mrs. How- ard, Jimmy, was Jerome's greeting. THE SEA: A SONNET Tis oft my thoughts turn to the mystic sea, That, ever-shifting, reaches for the moon. That mirror-surface, placid as can be, As far as eye can see is changed full soon. And there, revealed before the startled eye, A roaring mass of billows, flecked with foam, Wind-lashed and frenzied dashes madly by, And chaos reigns o'er Neptune's briny home. Thou sea, thou false enchantress, with thy lure Hast reft from men their heritage of power And cast them from thee, broken, old and poor. But mark it well, with every passing hour Thy buffets are but urges to the skill Of men to bend thy spirit to their will. GEORGE FREIBOTT 10 SPRING: A SONNET (Selected from a Set of 3A English | ee О, Spring, come back! We need you more and more: The snow-capped trees are yearning for you so, They call and call for you, but at your door Stands Winter, your inevitable foe. And we, the flowers, call and beckon, too: О come, and do not let us call in vain— You give us everything that’s good and true; Therefore we love you. Cheerily come again. You bring the distant sun whose face we love, And then we watch the sunbeams at their play: Happy they are when your sweet spirits move To teach them how to dance, sing, and be gay: Oh joyous Spring, but listen to our plea; Arise and watch how happy we can be. ESTELLE BOHRER.

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He ran back to the car and returned in a few min- utes with an automatic in his hand. They went quietly to the back of the house. One They crept in noiselessly Then a board The men were of the windows was open. and listened for a sound of the men. creaked on the other side of the door. coming into the room! Grace and her companion quietly stepped behind the curtains again and waited breathlessly. Тһе door opened and the three men entered, Barton in the lead. He did not seem to be the same man. His shoulders sagged, his eyes looked tired and in spite of herself, Grace pitied this big, tired-looking man. Barton walked across the room and removed a, picture hanging on the wall. Cleverly set in the wall was the door of a safe. Не started to turn the knob slowly, his ear against the door, evidently listening to the click of the falling bearings. He worked slowly. Several times he had to start over again, having slipped by his mark. Then, with an ejaculation, he turned the knob. He stepped back to allow the others to get to the safe. Just as Bauer touched the door, Barton whipped upon him. “Throw up your hands and keep them there, was his crisp remark. “Back up against the wall In each hand was a blue automatic, one pointing at each conspirator. As the two traitors backed towards the wall, Bren- ner seemed to stumble. Не fell forward and an in- stant later had pinioned Barton’s arms to his side. Bauer joined his companion and the three men fought and rolled over the entire room. Grace decided to take a hand at this stage of the game. She took the revolver from her companion and, stepping out from her hiding place, said calmly: Spare the rest of the furniture, gentlemen. Line up against the wall where you can do no more dam- age. Step quickly! This last sharply as they hesi- tated. They decided to do as Grace requested when her companion stepped out and picked up the guns which Barton had dropped in the scuffle. Grace requested the young man to call the officer they had seen at the corner. As he turned to go to the window, Bauer was on him, while Brenner grasped the girl. Barton seemed stupefied at their activity while guns were pointing at them. Brenner wrenched the gun out of the girl’s hand and turned to help Bauer. He rapped the young man on the head with the butt of the gun and that young person knew nothing of the rest of the fracas. Brenner then turned to leer at Grace. Ah, ће said, gloatingly; the pretty young fraulein from the shop, is it not? We are very honored to have you with us. We will show you how we entertain pretty young ladies. He advanced while he spoke. Grace retreated, but with one bound he had grasped her in his arms. He had hardly touched her when he heard a bull- like roar and turned to see one hundred and eighty pounds of muscle com ing at him. He released Grace and stepped back. He had not completed his step when he was lifted off his feet and unceremoniously deposited at the other side of the room, where he lay motionless. Barton еп turned his attention to Bauer. The latter was intent on his get-away. Не ran to the window, but swore fluently when he found a man pointing a revolver at him. He darted to the door and into an officer's arms. There was a click and ће was handcuffed. “It's all over, Bauer, so be good for a little while, said Barton. Не laughed and added, It will be a long while before you will be able to do any mischief again.” He bent tenderly over the form of the young man who had been Grace’s companion. Are you badly hurt, Jimmy?” they heard him ask. Jimmy chose this moment to open his eyes and mournfully ask, “What hit me? Is it all over?” Barton helped Jimmy to his feet and made him sit down. He then bade Grace and the officers to also be seated. When they were all placed he excused himself and left the room. A few minutes later Jerome Howard emerged from the room into which Barton had gone. You! gasped Grace. 'Oh, Jerome, how glad I am that you are here. Neither noticed that she had used his first name. “In a few minutes you will know how I happen to be here. He seated himself and began his story: When this country entered the war I was criti- cized a great deal and called a ‘slacker.’ I had not gone to fight for my country and had become a social outcast to be sneered at and shunned. But I had a reason for staying at home. I had seen that war could not be averted and I knew my work had to be hastened. I was working on a gas which was to be ten times the strength of that used by the Boche. At last I succeeded, as shown by an experiment used on a cat a few days ago. “The Huns’ secret service somehow learned of my work and dispatched two of their most trustworthy agents to obtain the formula. They did not, how- ever, reckon with our Secret Service, which had a spy planted in their midst. In this way Washington knew all of their plans almost as soon as the traitors them- selves. We also knew that a third man was to be sent to help the two already on the job. This third man was waylaid and in his place a young man, whom you know as Barton, came. [ had kept informed as to the latest activities of all of these people and at last it became necessary for me to d'sappear from Medford. Before going I assigned Miss Graham to watch Bauer and Brenner.

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PTV OLE [An Imitation of Addison's Spectator] Vol. IV, No. 4 May, 1919 “Соте. let me clutch thee. —SHAKESPEARE [he Diploma's the thing. And thou shoulds't know, as we grasp 1t, that our Touch is not particu- larly Tender. Nay, it is firm unto a vicious Clutch, for we desire it not to make Wings for itself and be- take its precious Scroll to other Climes. We have labored hard and long to get It. Ask us not, Now that you've got It, what are you going to do with It? for we know not ourselves. We have a vague, hazy Notion that as а Paper it is but a Scrap of Paper, but as a Proof of our untiring Efforts it is of Value beyond computing. So we guard It carefully and measure its Length and Breadth for a suitable Frame. Ye Pivoteer gazeth on the rest of the Class of June, 1919, and thinketh it of worthy . Note. We see Herman Honeyskin in his Place of Honor. Yea, for he sitteth in glory by the Side of Dashing Dot, while Harry Here-I-am occupies the Chair on her Side. George Ginger and Sammy Say-So whisper in hoarse Voices as they endeavor to dis- tinguish the Faces of their Friends beyond the glare of the Footlights. Postponed Pertzie murmurs, “Сее, these extra Six Months have flown. Ethel Ease giggles happily and pokes her Pal, Julie Josh- All, in the ribs. Hazel Hale-and-Hearty heaves in ecstacy as she ponders on the Beauties of the Diploma; and Nightschool Nelly also ponders, but less heavily, and thanks her lucky Stars she went to nite skule. Max Murder is wrapped in his customary other Gloom, which cannot be dispelled even by the Laugh- ter-loving Robbie Restless, who positively bubbleth Our two best-looking Girls of the class, Lena Lovely and Ruth Ravishing, sit contentedly Side by Side. A short Distance away Sadie Skilful and Tilly ally also whisper in subdued Voices. Our Principal reads in clear Notes the names on the Diplomas. Lily Listless —and she undulates care- fully to the Foreground and accepts her Reward gracefully. Amelia Ambition, Esther Ever-ready,”” he continues. They press forward eagerly, followed by Hattie Handy and our Class President, Bustling Berkie. Saul Slow-boy, Philip Phast-boy, Gertrude Gush, Ruth Retiring, Frances Frizzy, Wandering Willie and Herbert Harrier follow in the Order named. These, dear Reader, are all of the Senior Class that comes to our Mind immediately. If We have omitted some, blame us not, for the pile of Diplomas is growing smaller and we see our Name inscribed on the very last One. So We desire to, stop our Story here for two Reasons. First, we wish to make as graceful an Exit as possible; and second (this is probably the main Reason), We know that when our Name is called We shall be extremely Nervous. Therefore it is Feasible that We have as little on our Mind as possible when the auspicious Moment finally arrives. over. Mr. McKinney’s boys had collected $1,050 of subscriptions for the Fifth Liberty Loan when this issue of THE PIVOT went to press. The basketball team wishes to extend its thanks to Miss Minna Liebschutz for her kind co-operation in the sale of tickets. Her name was unintentionally omitted from last month's issue. Be A Good Sport! Attend the Central-Barringer Game at the City Field.