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

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ја As we made our way over to Ше hangar, we were talking over our high school days. I had been married but three hours and we were about to start оп our honeymoon around the world. We wanted to make innumerable stops and visit some of our mutual friends. Soon we found the place where our new beau- tiful green airplane was being tuned up for the journey. Norman Lee was polishing the windows of the dining compartment. That finished, and all other details attended to, George Douglas, our pilot, who was now flying instead of running, came to see that everything was all О. K. and all was ready for our little trip. Our first stop was to be England. Nothing ex- citing happened on our way over except that we passed Lewis Bates and Florenda Nicoll in their airflivver. Well, we landed at the field in London and who should we find at the head of the Salva- tion Army’s Hostess House but Maxine Hemmen- dinger. We certainly were surprised to meet her there. She told us that she had just recently met Tilly Kreps who was keeping a newsstand in Man- chester. Tilly had heard that Lee Horland was proprietor of a pawnshop in Iceland. He always was a cool sort of chap. Before we had started on our way to gay Paree we had learned that Florence Lubovitz had become a society queen in Abyssinia and Elsie Leichtman and Louis Lepkow- sky were married and living in Siam. Our class was certainly scattered. At last we were on our way to France. It cer- tainly was wonderful how our little machine made time. It took us about fifteen hours to cross the Big Pond; and Maxine told us that we ought to be in Paris four hours after we left England. She was not so far wrong, for four hours and thirteen minutes after we left England, we landed in Paris. We had previously decided that we would spend a few days in Paris. Who, to our amazement, should we see at the desk at Hotel ———— but Hyman Halprin! After we had registered and come down from our rooms we entered the dining room. Harry Liebowitz was our waiter! Surely this promised to be some trip for us. It certainly seemed like old times to meet all these people. Just as Harry was bringing our order the music started. Since this was the journey of surprises we were not as amazed at seeing Ben Ratner leading the band. Two more of our class- mates helped Professor Ratner to render his noise. 12 Ellis Hahn had long since abandoned his drums and had become very proficient on the largest French horn Paris boasted of. Arthur Buerman manned the drums a la Central High School Orchestra. The music which the band used was of a very distinctive type. Quite different from any we had heard be- fore. We concluded that the unusual type of music played here seemed odd to us because we were in Paris. But—when Professor Ratner told us he was using exclusively the fruits of the strenuous efforts Nat Moskowitz—! ‘That the complicated mystery. While of solved were in the dining room, Detective Rothenberg sauntered. Of course no one would ever suspect that he was a detective because he wears just plain clothes, but he works very hard keeping the cooties out of the Army of Occupation. we Detective Rothenberg asked us if we should care to pay а visit to the White House of France and perchance see the President of that grand land. Well, we went! We didn’t see the President, but we did see his private secretary, who was none other than Carl Brueggeman! Our time was getting short, so we hurried back to our hotel and began preparations to go to Turkey. I had always entertained a desire to see Turkey so that was to be our next drop. As we were leaving the hotel for the flying field where our Flying Fish awaited us, I espied Alfred Rauch coming down the street, clad in a flowing cape of black broadcloth, and a high silk hat. After a very brief conversation he informed me that he was now the Modiste in a very prominent Paris Shop. His establishment “was reputed to be the makers of the finest gowns for ladies, anywhere in France. We must confess that we were quite sur- prised that Alfred should have chosen this as his vocation, but—you never can tell! Upon arriving at the field we learned that our porter was nowhere to be found! That's Norman all over! We sent our pilot after Norman and where do you suppose he found the runaway? In Helen Kronengold's Beauty Parlor. He had some- how heard of this place and vain Norman had to go and see for himself! There besides Mlle. Kronen- gold he found Etta Baumgarten, Estelle Bohrer, Esther Connelly and Frances Handler. And, of course, since he had lost none of his school day charm, Norman had been there reminiscencing for two hours! Summoning all the strength he had

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тв. ВА Лоетне4А Most Popular Girl Flora Morchower Verna Kinsey Most Popular Bov Robert Caruba George Douglas Prettiest Girl Kitty Seidenberg Helen Brown Handsomest Воу Alfred Rauch Sam Lowits Best All-round Girl Verna Kinsey Mildred Stahl Best All-round Bov Norman Lee Best Girl Orator Serena Greenberg Best Girl Athlete Beatrice Meyer Kitty Seidenberg Best Boy Athlete George Douglas Best Boy Dancer Isadore Moskowitz Ben Ratner Best Girl Dancer Freida Lippel Sophie Buchbinder Best Girl Dresser Celia Terner Helen Kronengold Best Boy Dresser Alex Schwartz Robert Caruba Class Pest Ben Ratner Class Comedian Harold Bendel Joseph Hiross Noisiest Boy Ben Ratner Noisiest Girl Helen Kronengold Most School-Spirited Си! Serena Greenberg Flora Morchower Most S hool-Spirited Воу Ellis Hahn Robert Caruba Class Baby Kitty Seidenberg Ellis Hahn Most Conceited Girl Helen Kronengold Serena Greenberg Most Conceited Boy George Douglas Best Girl Mixer Verna Kinsey Estelle Bohrer Best Boy Mixer Dave Rothenberg Ellis Hahn Hardest W orker Verna Kinsey Robert Caruba A SENIOR’S DREAM By A. E. D. So home I slowly trudged on Monday afternoon— A dull, a hot and sultry day, but soon would June, I hat month of roses, Bring on graduation with its boundless joy; Homework gone and studies overthrown, oh, boy! Into a chair I flung myself, my card in hand, With only three below. Ne’er could I understand How I got through. Up the aisle we seniors marched that night, my heart So light, my head so large. І felt so smart! It seemed, deep in my inner self as there I sat, This graduation Га not justly earned, and that Quite spoiled my bliss. Now, at last, are handed out the pretty Rolls of white to Jane and John— But попе to me! And now they are explaining the mistake. Му soul did quake. I heard them say, “Не flunked.” O'ertake Me death, sweet consolation! Great guns! But doesn't one sweat when off he dozes Warm afternoons before the month of roses.

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үт {лг Ты = ЊУ УМА (1 1 George extricated Ше he-vamp from the ladies and they started back to the field. We say started for they stopped before they reached it. George was giving Norman some very valuable sprinting hints when Norman suddenly stopped! Look who's standing in that window! Twas none other than our own Robert Caruba, proprietor of a French Pastry Shop. Th ree hours later the rascals returned to the field. It was really too late to start for Tur- key now, but since the authorities allowed night flying we decided to go. At last we were on our way! When we neared Turkey we became quite an at- traction, for flying machines were a rarity there. This fact alone accounted for there being no flying field around, so we landed on the roof of a building which some irresponsible individual had carelessly called a hotel. After sprucing up a bit, by shoveling the dust out of our eyes, and having eaten a good substantial meal, we decided to look the town over. Where were we? Г didn't know, nor did I care. I didn't like Turkey and I was sure of that already. At any rate, we should know where we were, so we journeyed on, looking for something which might enlighten us. We had wandered about an hour along a cobble- stone road when I saw what looked to me a very familiar sight. Daniel Capiello was a street cleaner in Turkey! Surely he would know what burg this was. Yes, he did. It was Adrianople! Danny told us all we wanted to know about Turkey and then some. He asked us whether we had come across any of the other June, '20's, and we related our recent travels. He had some news of the old crowd him- self. I asked him where he got all the information. His only reply was, “Веше a street cleaner, I picked up bits of news all the time. We learned that Harry Freedman and Isadore Reiss were in the same business as Danny, in Constantinople. Elsie Meyer had be- come Commander of the Turkish Women's Brigade. Max Kurtz was a radical prohibitionist, with his head- quarters on the Sahara Desert. The Sahara Desert also boasted of another Centralite, namely Naomi Hal- prin, who conducts a novelty tent to supply all tourists. The greatest surprise came to us when Danny told us that Serena Greenberg had talked to the people of Morocco so much and at such length that they made her President. Joseph Feld was her court спег. We left Danny after having heard all he knew and started rapidly back to our shack a la hotel. On the way we saw Louis Schottenfeld's Oriental Rug Establishment. Те proprietor, we were informed. was out trying in vain to buy Turkish cigarettes. The one who gave us the information was our own Maurice Reiter. Italy was our next landing place. We arrived there after much engine trouble. But by coupling the ingenuity of our porter and pilot we just managed to make it. When we landed just outside of Venice, we found a garage at the upper end of the field. One of the machinists came up to ask if we needed assist- ance. But it was long after ће came up that he asked his question. It was Ralph Carter and he had much to say to us. George Meister had a section of the garage where he dispensed free air for aeroplanes only. Carter told us that Francis Schiffmayer was raising spaghetti on his 25 acre farm in Ше Alps. William Bisch wa s employed on the farm blowing the holes in the spaghetti. Through the kindness of Carter we went to a private house instead of a hotel. The maid in the house was Helen Brown. After the evening meal was over Helen sat us down and told us about a few more of our June, 203. She told us that Clara Kleiber and Mildred Stahl had opened a school in Japan and were doing very well. Celia Terner and David Kirch ran the famous Monte Carlo Tea Parlors. Of course we told Helen about all we had met and heard and then left her to think it all over. As we walked along the side of a very beautiful canal, which runs through Venice, we saw one of those peculiar little “сапа! boats which the Italians call gondolas, piloted by none other than Frances Eisen! Sylvia Leib was doing the same thing for her livelihood! Frances had heard of only one of our old classmates and he was Sam Lowits. Talk about scat- tering a class! Sam had become a Hindoo priest in India! Since Frances was not gondoling in our direc- tion, we parted. Half a mile further on, we met William Rothstein sitting on the left bank of the canal, reading. He told us that his business of conducting a second hand book store necessitated his reading all the new books so that they would become second handed. Ever the same honest William, never deceiving the public! Alex Schwartz was the gatekeeper at one of the sluices in Holland, so William informed us. Two days later we “е” in Seville, Spain. Неге we saw as many familiar faces as we had in Paris. Freida Lippel had become a world renowned Russian ballet dancer, and she was touring the world. Just now she was booked for three months in Madrid. At the performance which we attended in El Teatro del Cid,” there were two acts by former Central students. The headliner was—can vou guess? The Benoss Brothers, іп a war-time drama entitled ““The Kernel and the Nut.” They are no longer the solemn boys of old; but they have become carefree, laughing, happy-go-lucky comedians. Annetta Fein and Sophie Buchbinder added their talent of Spanish dancing to an already splendid program. Imagine our surprise when we saw William Hattersley push the piano onto the stage. He always was a chap with lots of push in him. We all knew he'd make something “во.” The program told us that Margaret Streunig was manager of the theatre. We left the theatre and came out upon the street. Adjoining the amusement palace was a drug store. In the window we espied our own Dorothy Bruns telling through a megaphone how she got her dimples, and how others could get them. When we arrived at the little house where we were staying we found a circular advertising a bull fight.