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

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think I will just as soon аз I take a little bracer. (Goes to the liquor closet and pours out a glass of whiskey.) The Woman—Oh Jim! Don't let that man touch me, don't let him, you promised me you would pro- tect me. Jim—T'll telephone for the police. (Starts for the telephone.) Robber—Y ou'd better not. I can make my ве!- away without any trouble, but you will have to ex- plain your presence here at this time of the night and other embarrassing things. Га advise you not to call the police. (Raises his glass and drinks a toast to the woman.) Robber—Are you ready, my dear? (Advances slowly towards the woman.) The Woman—Jim, please help me! Robber—So that’s his name, eh? Jim. Well, Jim, I'll give you two minutes to clear out of dis place and if you try to pull any hero stuff about protecting da woman ГП punch your face into such a shape that the women won't want ta know you any more. (Continues to advance slowly towards the woman.) The Woman—Jim, please help me! going to do anything? Jim— There is nothing for me to do, my dear. I'm sure I don't want to be disfigured for life as the rob- ber says; in fact, I regret that I came here tonight. There are others, why should I waste my time here? Mr. Robber, I have decided to accept your two min- ute offer. Robber—Very well, it stands good now, but men like you don't decide matters of that kind; they are too much of cowards to debate the question; they ac- cept whatever terms they are offered and leave the women to shoulder the blame. That's about all, beat it. (Exit Jim.) Robber—Well, lady, I guess you've learned a Aren’t you lesson tonight, ГП be going now in order to see that your friend Jim keeps moving. (Exit Robber.) (The Woman sits down and begins to think.) (The bell rings and a moment later Ben rushes in the room.) Ben—What do you know, wifey dear, the Board of Directors have accepted my invention and I re- ceive one million dollars for selling it to them. Just think—no more staying at home, no more of the old style living. From now on wifey shall have every- thing her heart desires—and her hubby will be with her all the time. The Woman—Oh, Ben, that’s wonderful, but I must tell you something before we go any farther, to-night—. (The bell rings.) (Ben gets up to answer the bell. The woman re- membering about the gloves suddenly decides to put them in his coat pocket so that he will not forget them again. She puts her hand in the pocket of the coat and draws out an old blue cap inside of which is a corkscrew, black mask and an old mustache. At this moment Ben comes in—she has her back to him and he does not see that she has the cap and other articles in her hand.) Ben—It was Jim’s chauffeur with some gasoline. My! but you look better to-night than I ever saw you before. Can't your millionaire hubby have one little kiss? (Starts towards her. She turns around, holding out the articles in front of her.) The Woman—Then you know all? Ben—Yes. The Woman—Can you forgive? —Will you for- give? Ben—If you'll forgive me for almost letting you run away with that scoundrel Jim. The Woman—Let’s both start Ше anew. you little robber, steal that kiss you asked for. CURTAIN. Now, THE POWER OF SUGGESTION Merely suggesting to a person to do a certain thing, often “The power of suggestion is wonderful. brings about the desired result. Markham Mith pricked up his ears at these words. Не had been aware that Mr. Wurth, the psychology teacher, had been speaking for half an hour, but this was the first thought that had filtered through Markham's black mop of hair. Especially is this true when the person whom you wish the suggestion to act on, is asleep, went on Mr. Wurth in the same dry monotonous tone. Markham heard that, and immediately it crowded every other thought out of his mind. He appeared as if he were in a stupor while the instructor continued his talk. Now Mr. Wurth, you should know, is a man of extraordinary attainments. Besides being able to con- verse fluently in Latin and French he can recite Ham- let word for word. In appearance, Mr. Wurth has one characteristic feature; that is a lack of shortness. When talking, this learned man looks either out of the window or at the girl in the front seat. In this respect he differs from Markham Mith, his pupil. Markham always looks at the girl in the front seat. School is dismissed. The students are on their way home most of them walked along with down cast heads, sorry that they will not have another opportu- nity to recite today. Not so with Markham Mith. АП the way home Markham thinks over Mr. Wurth's word “Suggestion acts very readily on a person who is asleep.” While still tossing this about in his mind, Markham walks into his house. Seeing father asleep оп a couch, this young man determines to try the power of suggestion. Walking softly over to his father's side, he said,

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Ee SIN So S ét The И отап—1 never thought of that, what shall we do in case he comes back and finds us here? Jim (throwing out his chest)—-Oh never mind about that, I'll take care of him if he comes. You just leave that to me. The Woman—But after all Ben isn’t such a bad sort of chap. I believe that if he had as much time to spare and as much money to spend as you have he wouldn’t neglect me the way he does now. Jim (with a laugh) —Come now, stop teasing me, you know that you are perfectly welcome to anything I have, but I won’t stand for you comparing me to him in any way and I fine you one kiss for making such a remark. (He takes her into his arms and is about to kiss her when the bell rings.) Jim—What's that?—the telephone. The Woman—No, the door-bell. Jim—It must be Ben coming back for his gloves. The Woman—yYes, it must be he. You answer the door, I'll go change my dress. If he asks you what you are doing here just tell him you dropped in to pay him a social call and I am doing the honors in his absence. Jim (timidly)—But I think it would be better if you answered the door. You see in the meantime | can get out the back way. (He takes his hat and coat and starts to leave the room through a rear door.) The Woman—Where are you going? Jim—Out the back way. The Woman—Nothing doing, I'll answer the door, but you stay here until I come back. (She leaves the room to answer the door.) (A voice is heard, not very plainly, however, foot- steps are-heard, Jim hides under the table.) (The woman enters, followed by a chauffeur.) The Woman—Oh, Jim! (She glances about but Jim is nowhere to be seen.) The Woman—Jim, Jim. (She looks behind the chairs, etc., at last discov- ering him under the table.) The Woman—A nice place for you to be, get out from under there, here is someone to see you. (Jim, fearing the person who wishes to see him is Ben, gets up rather sheepishly, but when he discovers it to be his own chauffeur, his manner changes.) Jim—What в it, Harris? Harris—Someone has punctured the oil-tank with a screw driver and although it is fixed now, we are out of gas. Shall I get some? Jim—How long will it take you? Harris—About twenty minutes, sir. Jim—All right, but hurry up. Harris—Very well, sir. (Exit Harris.) Jim (to the woman) — Well, that was some scare. The Woman (rather suspiciously) — What were you doing under the table? Jim—Oh, just fooling; you know I kind of thought you'd think I had gone out the back way, so I hid under the table to fool you. The Woman (not quite satisfied with his explana- tion) —Why did you want to go out the back way when the bell rang? I thought you said you would protect me! Jim—l mean it, my dear, I would protect you from harm no matter what my own danger might be, but I figured that if I went out the back way no one would suspect I had been here and you would not have gotten into trouble. Can't you see that every- thing I do is for your benefit? The Woman—All right, but I thought you hid because you were afraid of Ben. Jim—What’s that? Do you want to be fined another kiss? Ву the way, you haven't given me that kiss I was about to take when that fool Harris happened along. The Woman— don't think you deserve it now after wanting to run away from me. Jim—Does this look as though I want to run away? (Puts his arms around her and is about to kiss her when a robber enters the room. He is wearing an automobile duster, black mask, blue cap, and has a mustache. ) Robber—Hands up. Jim (attempting to put on a bold affront) —What’s the meaning of this? Robber—None of yer talk, keep dem hands up or you'll wish you had. What kinda love stuff was ya pulling off when I came on? Just married, eh! Jim—Why—ah—no-o. Robber—Just some relatives what ain’t seen each other in a long time, eh? Jim—Why—ah—no, no relation either. Robber—But she’s sporting a wedding What's the idea? Jim—Well you see her husband's one of my best friends and I came to pay him a social Robber— That's enough, I may be ignorant where it comes to book learning, but believe me it don't take much to dope out da kinda guy you are. Опе of those who don't know what a hard day's work is, a lounge lizard, da kind that get a rep according to the number of homes they breakin' ир. I'm a thief n I don't deny it, but there i; honor among thieves and we don't rob our own pals. I wonder if your best friend knows you put your arms around his wife? Га be doing the world a favor if I killed you. (Presses the revolver against Jim's ribs.) Jim—Oh please don't, I’m not wholly to blame, vou know without the woman's consent 1 never would have been here tonight. Please put that revolver away. Robber—Just what I thought—trying to put the blame on the woman. Yes, ГП put the revolver awav. with such as you I don't need such a revolver. (Throws the revolver down and smashes it—i! was of elass.) (Walks over to the Woman and looks her over good.) Robber—Rather pretty, wouldn't mind putting my arms around you and stealing a kiss; in fact, 1 ring.

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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.)