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

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In answer to this announcement, eight more showed up, including a trombone player (Г had to take him), a cornet player, who was very good, and cello player whom I let in the band because he helps me out when I don't do my homework in stenography. The other five included two violinists and three pian- ists, who came in spite of the announcement. I, nev- ertheless, kept the violinists tor second violin and un- derstudy. Гће went ош than they came in. I called a rehearsal at my home, others had engagements, and still others find the house” ( ) After giving explicit directions how to reach my home, I called another rehearsal. At last they all did come, but in pieces. One came at the right time, and the others drifted in during the next six hours. Their excuses were they could not find the house. Instead of going to Avon PLACE, they had gone to Avon AVENUE. One looked for me on Astor Street, and got to his destination after another hour's walk. Пре dance was а month off. We were not organ- ized. The first thing we did was to elect a leader. We elected Joe Jenkins to that post. I had only one copy of the popular songs of the present time, and so all had to read from that one copy. They all gathered around the piano and took a chance on Dardanella. We started to play it, but somehow the violinists and the piano player started to race and—the rest of the bunch were “‘also rans, who did not qualify at the finish. The song was played over and over and at last we got it right. I started off with an oriental drum solo, later the cornetist put in his part, and then the whole bunch fell in, and the song sounded great, even-if-I- gotta-say-it-myself. pianists faster and some came, Couldn't Our band included the following great jazz artists: better th van Joe Basile Prof. Bebby T Meyer Linnick 7 Wilbur Sweatman Ingraham “Ваше-Ахе” any other or in other words, THE GREATEST BAND EVER GOTTEN TOGETHER. Cornet player Pianist Violinists Trombone player Banjo player rummer Cellist JAZZ We still needed practice in keeping together, and never didn't we practice. And believe me, it is lucky that my family doesn't live in a two family dwelling, for if we did, then it would have meant war for years, because of the noise we made. Each had his own in- terpretation of the songs. If they would have been in good tone and time, it would have been all right, but they were all wrong in time and it sounded like the key of “Н” when they put in their own inter- pretations. As I was the head of the Band Committee, I had to write to all the leading music publishing houses in New York for professional copies. I sent letters away, and soon got answers that if I wanted all the coming pieces. I should have ту band join their club, and they would send us all the latest songs, all parts, two a month, and sometimes more. One's rate was a dollar, for twenty-four songs, and anoth- er's two dollars, for at least two a month, and maybe more—if they were put out. I was told to send for them, and sent $3 for the music to the different publishing houses. The music came, and had all the parts needed. asked for my money which I expended, and was told to ask the G. O. for it. I put in a claim for the money, after gelting the required number of signatures, and re- ceived — МО, not the three iron men, but a flat denial of the funds, as the G. O. was in its usual state, bankrupt. I collected this “‘cush’’ from the rest of the fellows, and I was all right in my financial standing again. At last the songs came, and all had their parts. ‘Then everything went better, and we played our parts like regulars. The night of the dance came, and it was an- rounced that the SENIOR JAZZ BAND was to render its services. We came, and it was a sight— especially myself. I had a big bass drum in one hand, and the case with the snare drum and traps in the other. Anyone who knows the size of myself can imagine the scene. Why, I tell you, I never saw so many people so friendly to me as that night. I re- ceived smiles from everyone. When I got into Ше school, everyone laughed. Memories of the scene were immortalized in the Pivot of the following month, by Max Tischler. The rest of the band didn't look so funny, except that fellow who played the 'cello, and he looked fairly good, because he is six- foot-four, and I am nearer to four-foot-six. We started to play, and the first song we played fine—that was Swanee. Our band looked as good as any. We jazzed away at that song, and after getting encored times, we quit for a while. The trombonist, cornetist, and yours truly, went out to get clean collars during the intermission (ours were sweated into dish rags while jazzing “Swanee’’). The next song, “Пагдапейа” went off fairly well. We played Carolina Sunshine,” “ОВ By Jingo,” “Blues,” and started in jazzing There's a Lot of Blue-Eyed Marys Down In Maryland,” when who should walk in but—the strong arm squad of the Musicians’ Union. ‘They tried to get us for dishing a Union Band out of a job. I, and the rest of the band, got away with our instruments first. I сег- tainly looked funny carrying the bass drum with all the traps hanging on, the cowbells clanging as I ran. A big musician caught me. I grabbed my largest cowbell, and hit him in the stomach. He was 16814 pounds heavier than I, and at least twenty inches taller, and so had the reach оп me. Не gave me a “haymaker’ and I hit the floor with a thud. When I “сате to I found myself on the bedroom floor, surrounded by the whole family, telling me to shut up as they wanted to sleep on, if I didn't, at four o'clock in the morning.

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How would you like to give your son ten dollars? But unfortunately in his excitement, Markham spoke very loudly. Mr. Wurth leaped to his feet as if a bee had stung him. Oh, is it you, Markham? Did you bring me the change from that ten dollar bill I gave you this morn- ing?” Yes, yes, sir, said Markham, That is, —all but fifty cents—lI spent. Oh that is all right, replied Mr. Mith, I don't mind giving you fifty cents to spend.” Hang the luck! muttered Markham as he left the room, I must have a voice like a locomotive.” Notwithstanding the outcome of his first. attempt, Markham Mith still believed in the power of sugges- tion. “I believe I could influence Buddy by suggestion, if I could catch her napping,” mused this young gen- tleman while on his way to the home of the young lady whose name he had used. Оп arriving at his destination, Markham was ushered into the parlor. Buddy will be down immediately, he was told. Upon being left alone our hero let his eyes rove carelessly about the room. Did his eyes deceive him or was that Buddy curled up in an easy chair and apparently fast asleep? Markham was sure it was Buddy. What luck! he said, I will try my ex- periment at once! So creeping softly to the side of the girl he put his mouth close to her pretty head, and whispered in her ear: Perhaps you will give Markham Mith a kiss?” So that is the kind of a fellow you are, call on young lady and make love to the servant girl, said voice whom he recognized as Buddy's. Where—what—who—? ' stammered Markhar Do not speak to me again, young man! she sai icily. “Jane, Jane, what do you mean by dressing my clothes? But Jane was fast asleep. It was пеј essary to shake her vigorously, which task Buddy pe formed with no gentle hand. Jane, she said, leave this room this instant. “T want to give Markham Mith said Jan rubbing her eyes. Ever since Buddy entered the room Markham hal been in a daze, but this remark of Jane’s brought hi back to life. He realized for the first time that | had mistaken the servant girl for her mistress. Leave my house immediately! Buddy со manded in a haughty voice. Markham complied wit out speaking. What is the use of arguing with woman ? As Markham left the house he heard Jane wailing Oh—why did you send him away? Call him Бас Markham! I want to kiss you!” Markham slammed the door, shoved his hands far into his pockets as possible, and with his hea pointing toward the ground made his way slow homeward, breathing a fervent prayer that he shoul never hear of the power of suggestion again. H. M. Ellis Hahn Presents JAZZING AROUND The Senior Dance Committee was discussing the details of the coming dance of the class. This dance was to be а money-maker (ог the Senior class treasury, and all of us were trying to economize on the various things needed. Don't decorate the gym was one suggestion. The suggestion met with as fine a reception in laughter as Al Jolson's latest song hit with his jibes, on the opening night at the Winter Garden. What is a dance without decorations? Why, if we didn't have them the place would look like an empty barn. Well, are there any other suggestions?” asked the Chairman. I thought a moment, and it came to me—' Why not save money on the music? Quite a few of us Seniors can play some instrument, and some would only be too glad to volunteer their services. This sav- ing would amount to at least $35, and this sum is worth while saving, if it can b e done. For once in my life, I had done something worth while in thinking—so the other members of the com- mittee told me and the suggestion was upheld by the rest of the committee. Dear reader, you in your whole life, perhaps never had a whole committee agree with you, and can imagine my happiness; first that my suggestion had been favorably looked upon, and second, that the whole committee were in favor of it. This is a thing that is “The thrill that comq once in a lifetime, as Briggs says; that is, when Senior Dance Committee is unanimously in favor d something. The Chairman made me the head of the Senid Band, and of course I was to bring the band togethe It looked easy, but just try it out yourself sometim( The first great problem сате. Who would be tl musicians 2 I got as many members as I could to my home roo one noon, and found out that out of the ten th showed up, six played piano. Three of these we morally opposed to jazz. Two thought they coul play, but when they tried out, only one suited me, an believe me that guy could tickle the keys some. I ha my piano player. In the other four, I had three vid linists and a banjo player. Of the violinists, one wä a “conscientious objector who was “exempted” me, another was rotten, and the third was pretty fai only he didn’t have enough pep. banjo player, for he was the only one in the class w could skillfully manipulate that instrument. I pulled all the nerve in my five feet one-sixteen inch together, and put in a notice for volunteers whic was read in the auditorium asking them to see me they played other instruments than piano, violin, Бап) ог drums. (Oh, yes, I was to be the drummer.)

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CLASS WILL Know all men by these presents that we, the illus- trious class of June, 1920, being mentally sound, do hereby proclaim this our last will and testament. We, therefore, solemnly bequeath to those whom we re- gretfully leave behind us in this immortal institution of learning, the following: Article I. We hereby give and bequeath to the entire school, our worthy principal, Mr. William Wiener, who has safely guided us through the many perils of our high school careers. Article II. We further bequeath to the entire school our learned faculty. They have borne with us for four years. They have taken our ignorance and inattention all with good will. We could not have had any better. Article Ш. To the entire school, we leave THE Pivot. Along with THE Pivot, we bequeath Ros- kein with his busy air, the Zweibel Brothers, Busi- ness Department, but more often engaged in the busi- ness of getting everybody's goat, and the Journalist Club and its new finds in literary talent. Article IV. То the student body, we leave and bequeath the daily line in the lunch room as it mean- ders slowly along on its way to the counter. Article V. To the school we leave the G. O. Along with it, we leave the President of the G. O. filling an imaginary position and the Executive Com- mittee with its imaginary meetings. We also leave the job of getting funds from the G. O. for either prom or entertainment. Article VI. То those who insist upon keeping office hours, we leave the “Question of the Hour i 212 Article УП. То those unfortunate cutters whq have not the gift of gab, we gladly give thosd pleasant hours spent with Mr. Sinclair in Room 208 Article VIII. То the second floor and those i the vicinity of 208, we leave the fragrant odors whic rivals the fragrance of roses. Article IX. To the 4 B's we leave the acrobat nines. The pleasantness of work in July and Augus we also leave to them. Article X. To the 4 B's we also leave quite 4 few 4 A's who have decided to stay and help thd new seniors get acquainted with the duties of senior because of the complexity of the all-year system. Article XI. To the school we leave the Servici Clubs who have aided Central in many worthy proj ects. We do hereby nominate and appoint Mr. Willia Wiener to be the executor of this, our last will апд testament. In witness whereof, we have hereunto se our hands and seal this twentieth day of May in th year of our Lord, Nineteen Hundred and Twenty. (Signed) CLASS JUNE, 1920. Samuel Harrison (Attorney) Carl Brueggeman (Attorney) May, 1920. OUR ALPHABETICAL SENIORS A is for Appel—first on the list Of these sixty-four Seniors who are leaving our midst; Baumgarten, Brueggeman, Bohrer, and Brown, And other bright B’s who have won fair renown Are Bendel and Bruns, Buchbinder and Bisch, Whose Central careers have been all one could wish. Connolly and Charles, Caruba and Carter, We know will succeed for there are none smarter. D is for Douglas—swift as an arrow, Frances Eisen comes next—then the fleet-footed Far- row; The other two F's, by name Freedman and Fein To do them full justice takes more than a line. Тће genius of Greenberg, the humor of Hahn, In tlie memory of Central will ever live on; Halprin—Hyman and Naomi, of last name the same In their varied talents may true honors claim. Hemmendinger and Horland, both active and bright, Like Hiross and Handler, work with a might. Verna E. Kinsey—fair clever V. K., Who works for her school both by night and by day. 10 And lest we forget, or leave in Ше lurch, We hasten to add Messrs. Kurtz, Knecht and Kirsch R. Katzman, C. Kleiber, and H. Kronengold— Three maidens exceedingly sweet to behold. For lack of L's we've nothing to fear, See Lubowitz, Leichtman, and Lubowitz here; Lippel, Lepkowsky, and Lipow, too, Lowits and Lieb— Central rooters true blue, And a dashing young chap by name Norman Lee. In the M's the two Meyers—Misses Elsie and Bea, Moskowitz, Marx, and our own: Flo Morchower, Who in clubs and in class has been ever a power. Florenda M. Nicoll, Peltz, Press and Pfeil, Are Seniors whom all of us greet with a smile. In riotous times, when seeking for peace Call on Rothenberg, Reiter, Rauch, Reich or Reiss Schottenfeld, Struening, Stahl, Shlaer, Schiffmayer, We hope will attain all their young heart's desire. T is for Terner—and with Verniero, This completes the great class of June 1-9-2-0. V. К.Н.