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

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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.

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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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= By VI ( Selected bv Mr. B. J. Stolper from a Set of 24 Short-Stories. ) Jock МСЕЕЕ, a cobbler in a small village on the Tay River in Scotland, had the name of being super- stitious. All the people of the village accused him of not coming out after dark for the simple reason that he lived near the village burial grounds. One of the villagers, Jim Sanderson by name, especially liked to bother Jock about his superstition. It happened one day about midsummer that Jim’s shoes needed mending, so he walked over to Jock’s shop to have them fixed. Jock was in a grouchy mood that day, for his work had all gone wrong, and when he saw Jim entering his shop, he gave a loud groan. This was enough to start an argument, and Jim began it by saying: Hello, Jock, hae ye been takin’ a dram or twa ower muckle that ye er heid's batherin' ye, or what is it that’s makin’ ye groan sae loud? “Its enough tae mak’ anybody groan tae see sic a big loon as ye are comin’ intae their hoose, said Jock. “Och awa, Jock,” said Jim, ye needna get riled sae quick when a freen’ comes ower tae visit ye, but tae tell ye the truth ye look awfa’ like as iff the de'el hae been visitin’ ye last nicht. “Сша sakes, said Jock, “dinna mention ma name wi the de'el again ог I'll rap ye ower the heid wi’ ma hammer. A' the foulk in the toon say I’m scairt lae gang oot after dark, but ГЇЇ gie them something tae talk aboot, fur I'll stay а nicht in the burial groonds.”” “If ye think уте sae brave, Jock, I'll wager ye a shillin’ that ye dinna stay ony mair than half an оог i’ the groonds, said Jim. “A’ richt, Jim, said Jock, “I'll tak’ that wager, we the conditions that ye stop gaen oot wi’ Jeannie McFarlin, for ye ken I like her mair than onybody in Scotland. What, me stop gaen oot wi’ Jeannie?” said Jim. “Wha ever heard о’ sich rot? Is't no’ enough that ye hae the chance o' winnin' a shillin’ fra me? An' mind ye, Jock, dinna you try ony courtin' wi’ Jeannie, or ГЇЇ bash yer muckle face in. This settled any doubts of Jeannie being concerned in the wager, so it was arranged that Jock should sit in the village burial grounds from 10 o'clock that night until dawn. That night about five minutes to 10 Jock set out for the burial grounds. He took his hammer with him, for, as he stated it, I micht need it, bein’ oot in such a skeptical place a' nicht. Jock soon arrived at the burial grounds and, climbing a fence rather than have the villagers see him go in, he made his way to a little grass plot about the middle of the grounds. Here Jock sat down on a large stone which had probably marked the grave of some one some- time or other. Soon Jock began to feel drowsy, and little by little his breathing deepened until sleep overcame him. When Jock awoke it was pitch dark. He rubbed his eyes, wondering where he was, then looked around. What he saw startled him. On all sides shadowy figures were stealing toward him. Jock at any time was not brave, but now he almost went frantic with fear. Тһе hair on his head bristled and a chill ran down his back. His knees hit each other he shivered so, and in his mind he saw visions of himself lying dead with daggers stuck all over him. ‘Guid sakes,” said Jock to himself, why did I ever think о’ comin’ oot here the nicht? It micht be the last nicht I’m livin’ and I didna even say guid nicht tae Jeannie. What will she say iff I'm foond deid the morn's mornin’! I wonder iff she'll greet when she sees me a cut up? Och! I wish I niver had thoucht о’ comin’ here the nicht.” In his bewilderment Jock had been gazing at the ground, but now he raised his eyes to see how near the demons were. То his Memor, da could see noth- ing but gravestones around him. Jock chuckled to himself and thought how scared he had been, but this was soon brought to an end when he saw two bright orbs staring at him. Jock could not imagine what they could belong to. Then a thought flashed through his mind as his cheerfulness left him and he again began to shiver. “What if it's the de'el come tae claim me? This thought gave him the creeps and his hair bristled again. Then the orbs moved nearer, and Jock, already startled, jumped to his feet. The orbs stopped for a minute, then began to move forward again. Jock tried to stop his fear by saying in a loud, shrill voice, “Ye'll hae tae be michty smart tae catch Jock McFee, for I can beat onybody between here and Dundee at runnin. As if to put action to his words, Jock